The Numata Matsuri has come and gone for another year.
It arrived too slowly and departed too quickly: like the slug that turns into a race car … that I saw somewhere … or another.
When I think about the Numata Matsuri, all 5 senses are involved.
My 6th sense, about not drinking a lot of beer, isn’t involved so much at all.
Sight: seeing this many people doing cool stuff because they want to blows my mind.
Hearing: “The Tengu Drummers” hold everything in the Matsuri together. This year I’ve finally realized that “The Tengu Drummers” are the straw that stirs the drink: without them … it just doesn’t gel.
Taste: “Kebabman” is my favourite food stall player. (I don’t see too many Kebabs during the rest of the year sadly)
Touch: the feel of room temperature cork as I load it into my air rifle for the kill shot. (actually I’m banned from doing this because of me poking all the stuff over by just using the gun barrel last year)
I don’t have any pictures of me sweating and drinking cold beer … so this had to do.
Smell: the smell of another Numata Matsuri next year … and kebabs … and hot sweaty weather … and everything attached to the Numata Matsuri!
note: I have P.M.S. … Post Matsuri Syndrome.
double note: 362 days of anticipation to follow
… crap! Next year is a leap year!
triple note: apologies for not visiting your blogs … I’ll be back lookey looing soon.
Today I’ve realized that I am a “homer” … just not from where I grew up though.