Seiko took a deep breath of air from the City park, listening to the murmur of the water as it flowed underneath the bridge, stopping in the arch of the bridge, Seiko released the breath that they didn’t realize that they had been holding. The stress of the move, or maybe more accurately the transition from one culture to another, was in fact, harder than anyone could have thought. Seiko knew that it wasn’t going to be
easy, but then again, Seiko didn’t think this would be this hard. Listening to the sounds of nature, lull Seiko to relax, to let go of their defenses…something that had not happened for a while with the noise of the city, as it was almost suffocating and now it was all at peace in this small haven.