DAY 55 WAITING FOR MY MASTER ·
January 22, 2026
Fifty-fifth late afternoon.
Thursday’s steady cadence fills the station with the week’s winding rhythm,
commuters exchanging nods over midweek triumphs and weekend plans,
the air laced with the earthy tang of rain-slicked pavement from morning showers and the faint bloom of early ume blossoms defying the chill,
my silent vigil a midweek milestone of quiet constancy amid the day’s balanced flow.
The train eases in,
trailing mist from distant tracks.
Doors open.
I fix my gaze on the unfolding stream,
the merchant’s abacus beads a tally of passing moments,
no master in the Thursday tide, but the day’s purposeful equilibrium sustains my vigilant core.
A calendar maker,
almanac in hand for the year’s unfolding pages,
pauses with a reflective smile.
He speaks of dates that mark turning points, then leaves a pocket calendar annotated with hopeful notations and a dried plum, tart as time’s measured steps.
Fifty-five days.
As Thursdays bridge the week, timely tokens grace the vigil, marking loyalty on the calendar of endurance.
Hachiko’s loyalty is eternal.
His steadfastness is unwavering.
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