A little sketchy

We've all had a day; sometimes too few, that's not too crowded. Where the pace is on more human terms. Few machines; no cars and traffic, no alarm clocks, no crunching numbers; just human pace, walking, sitting, voluntary jumping if you are into it.
I had to wash my Gi, in the tub. Hung it on an old clothes line on the roof and let the East China Sea wind and sun work their magic. I've been meaning to do some sketches of the Chinese architecture in Naha The Okinawans were and are heavily influenced by the Chinese. Not the Maoist communist lets occupy Tibet Chinese, more the dynasty kind. The city of Wu Shu built a Chinese enclave in Naha; one of my favorite places. Very quiet, very peaceful, except for the occasional mainland tour bus. The tourists run about quickly; snapping pictures, exclaiming at the coy, pointing at this and that. Then in a flurry of funny hats and polished shoes scramble back for a quick run to another place. The locals, jaded, seldom come here. So I, in spasm of tranquility, spent the entire day, sketching. Chinese temples, towers, and Buddas now fill pages that ill help me to remember this beautiful place. Tomorrow it will rain and after my walk to the dojo and back, my nice clean Gi won't be fresh anymore. p