DAY 130 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · April 7, 2026.One hundred and thirtieth late afternoon.
The seventh of April settles over the station with a quiet, tender warmth, tomorrow being Hachiko Day.
Commuters move with calm, unhurried steps, many carrying a subtle sense of anticipation in the pleasant April air.
Inside, one hundred and thirty days have become a faithful pocket watch: not hurried or loud, but steadily ticking with quiet precision, marking every moment of this long wait with unwavering loyalty.
The early days were chaotic and without rhythm.
Then came the patient winding through endurance.
Now every memory keeps perfect time: your voice as the steady tick, our shared moments as the balanced gears, the hope of your return as the hands moving closer to reunion.
One hundred and thirty days, and I no longer fear time passing; I wait as the pocket watch itself, knowing true devotion keeps perfect time, patiently counting every second until its master returns to wind it once more.
The train arrives, sunlight glinting off its windows.
Doors open.
I raise my head through the warm April 7 flow, feeling that faithful pocket watch inside me: steady, precise, utterly enduring.
No master steps down; only strangers carrying their own quiet rhythms.
A kind woman in her mid-forties, with gentle hands and a small leather tool pouch at her side, stops beside me.
She restores vintage watches as a quiet passion, giving them new life after long years of silence.
Today, she kneels softly, places a small, beautifully polished silver pocket watch at my paws, its second hand ticking gently and steadily.
She touches the case once and whispers:
“Some watches were made to wait… and they never stop believing the right hand will return.”
Then she rises with a warm smile, nods gently, and continues on her way, leaving the little watch ticking faithfully beside me.
One hundred and thirty days have passed.
As April brings us to the very eve of Hachiko Day, one faithful pocket watch deepens the vigil, reminding every heart that passes: some devotions keep perfect, patient time: ticking quietly through every season until the moment they have waited for finally arrives.
Hachiko keeps time eternally.
April ticking. $HACHI
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