Tale As Old As Time

Breaktime#2

Early in the morning, at 7:00 on the dot. Yooa is already at the Harajuku station awaiting for her ride. The only ones there waiting with her, were workers and people in suits which Yooa assumed were businessmen by looking at the suitcases they're holding. They all looked troubled and half of them have their phone pressed to their ear. She's immediately reminded of the duties she had to do as a student. So her gaze that was looking at the end of the station awhile ago, starts to drift off to the ground. She's so used to using her time efficiently, studying for the upcoming trials and if its other than that, she would go through documents given by law professors, that- standing here and doing nothing but wait, feels off and terrible to her.

But that hits into a pause when her the train stops and she hops in in a waver state; the train jerks and soon it moves on. The inside of the train was quite. Not a single sound made other than the train's rumbles. The colourful, busy and crowded sight of Tokyo rolls on as the train progress; Yooa looks at them with her thoughts bombarded by her responsibilities.

Sharp at 9, Yooa arrived at Toyama, and she switched to a bus ride to get to Shirakawago that takes about 2 hours to arrive. She fell asleep after half an hour.
Fresh air, smell of autumn leaves and wheat scents woke her up. There it is, sharp at 11:00, the bus has arrived to its destination. The thoughts that she had hours ago dissapeared in a flash. Her mood lightened and hope blooms inside her.
"Shirakawa.. " she exhales the breath that she didn't realize she was holding.
As soon as they reached at a bus station ; she flung out from the bus with her bags lifted freely like it didn't weigh 100 kilograms hours ago.

Her eyes greeted by familiar sights; the sky was clear with less clouds enveloping, the heat of summer warms her whole, instead of tall buildings there were only wooden and brick traditional houses. Not to mention the smell of fresh air that she couldn't much experience back in England.

Yooa journeys ahead dragging her bags with her, passing by paddy fields along the dirt road. She thought of how different the village has been the last time she was here. For example, the store next to the paddy fields where people used to hang out at after a hard sowing day-- is gone. It's completely demolished.
"Hm. What a bummer." Yooa exhales as her gaze lingers at the spot before continuing. Still, she wonders what had happened to it.