I don't expect much from life, but I do assume that when I shake myself up from my dreams in the morning, I will at least be returning to those dreams at night.
But that's not guaranteed. For sooner or later all earthly dreams come to an end.
On a clear day in April with a happy sun coaxing out the first short sleeves and skirts of a promising new spring, my wife's mother passed away at our home in west Tokyo.