Okinawa, Japan
with Murni, Isk & Isa
In Okinawa, I learned that in a child lies a tempest. Sometimes a cool breeze. Sometimes a wild wind. A pendulum constantly swinging between clear skies and storm clouds. I also learned that parents are just seafarers, sailing an ocean they have some knowledge on but no control over. Theirs is a journey with no fathomable end but some incredible force carries them without rest.
