TCP08 - East Shinjuku

A parade of umbrellas spanning and multiplying upon the full spectrum of the rainbow passing below the 2nd floor cafe window before her, she sits quietly, the sole participant of an empty bar. Her legs crossed and hidden under a free-flowing black skirt countered by an orderly and professional dress shirt, she sits, perhaps completely oblivious to the grand polkadotted sea beyond the window, emerssed in, enthraled by, travelling through the stories of a newspaper, the pages of which have been backlit, illuminated, graced by the sole ray of sun offered by the magnificent grey-collaged sky of the rainy day.