Tokyo, Naka-Meguro, the shutter going up

Twenty-one days away. Mailand to Melbourne to Sydney to here.
The Limousine Bus put me down at Naka-Meguro at 18:50. Same six-minute walk along the Meguro-Gawa as always. The cherry-corridor is in vollblatt-green now, not the pink-paper-postcard the city sells in April. The water sounds different in late May. Less crowd, more frog.
I unlocked the atelier-block side-door at 19:35. Key still in my right hand, I stood at the threshold for a moment. The first thing I heard was the metal-roll-noise from across the street — Tomo opening the Aobadai-Print shutter late, finishing an overtime-batch of Beams-T spring-edition Riso-posters.

He saw me, raised a hand, called over: welcome back, you were gone three weeks. I crossed the side-street and stood at the shop-shutter-edge for ten minutes. He showed me again the small steel-pencil-stub clipped on his right shirt-pocket. Uncle Yoshiharu's pencil. Tomo has been clipping it on every workday since 22 March 2011.

Sydney closed warm-amber two days ago. Tokyo opens warm-amber tonight. Different amber. Same hand on the door-frame.
Atelier first, kettle second, sleep third. Tomorrow the city.