It’s 4:58 A.M. on the East Coast of the United States, and 6:58 P.M. here in Japan, where overlooking a long stretch of road that cuts through Ginza, I am enjoying the pleasant disorientation as well as fatigue that stems from over 15 hours in the air and the passage into a very different time zone from point of origin.

To my right is Hibaya Koan, a park abutting the imperial path, and it seems likely that tomorrow I’ll be back on its paths with the runners.

Until then it’s going to be Yakitori Time with friends, Shinji and Takeshi, and a mighty effort to stay conscious.

The city seems unusually quiet and empty tonight.  Full moon.  No wolves baying, but they’re out there.

Maybe.