A beautiful Sunday in Seattle. Before a walk in the park, I pick up the book In Other Words: A Language Lover’s Guide to the Most Intriguing Words Around the World. I open randomly to a page, in search of a word to carry with me on my journey. It’s a Japanese word I find:
aware [a-wa-reh] (noun)
An awareness and appreciation of the ephemeral beauty of the world. The seasons change, the cherry blossom gently falls, the crops are planted, grow, and die. Aware is that poignant sensation one has of time passing, of the inevitable cycle of life and death. From the noun comes the idiom mono-no-aware. Roughly translated as “enjoying the sadness of life,” it’s that bittersweet, vaguely poetic feeling you get around dusk, on a long train journey, looking out at the driving rain… a few autumn leaves still clinging to your coat.
The colors in Seattle are phenomenal right now