I’m so old I remember…

The rain falling on Nagasaki. The dust in the street was reddish, lots of clay. My hand was on my katana's kashira, casual, but wary. I could feel the soil turning to mud as my toes dug in, my waraji getting wet already. My kamishimo was expensive, so I worried about the red mud that the rain was splashing up to stainn it. Everyone was finding shelter, unless they were wearing a kasa to keep the rain off. I remember the smell. I remember the feel of that rain on my head.
 
Recording your favorite shows onto a VHS tape (which I still have hiding somewhere, someday I'll get another VCR so I can see what I have lol)
 
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