I’m not going to lie.
I’ve never noticed this sign before, not until this morning. All I had to look was look up at a certain angle, and with a bit of a mind to notice.
First, I saw blue( and white) -on-blue (and white) – a perfect sky after a couple of days of rain, mixed with fluffy clouds that almost beg you to reach up and scoop them into a hug.
I’ve always loved this kind of tone-on-tone composition, that is more or less accidental.
Then I see it’s a sign for people to watch for schoolkids who might be crossing.
In fact, this sign hovers above a nursing home, and I have never seen any group of kids (they usually wear these adorable bright yellow hats as they walk together to school, to be better noticed) crossing here. There is a school not too far away, but the kids seem to stream over there from the residential streets nearby, and not from my more “main street.”
Just a couple of decades ago, from what I understand, my street was a hub of sorts, active, with thriving businesses and colour and life. Maybe the bubble burst along with the rest of Japan, or maybe the timeline was a little different.
It’s amazing what one tiny sign tells me about what was – and maybe about hopes for what will still be.