I'm not too sure if a sidewalk existed, but I was walking on what looks to be concrete slabs with small holes that probably acted as a mutual grate.

If anyone is resident of this street and in the future that street is suddenly flooded, I sincerely apologise in advance.

The park's entrance included a wooden sign that spelt out the park's name in Japanese kanji symbols. The wood that made the sign probably came from the same stockpile that made the pathway from the entrance as well.

Forget the Mori Garden at Roppongi Hills; if you're looking for real Mother Nature without office workers munching lunch not a half kilometre away, then this is the real Japanese garden.

The pathway amplifies my quest towards being a bit less heavy on the "living tissue" side. The wooden planks warped and waddled as if I was walking out to the sea from a pirate's ship. "Yar-dee-har!" my conscience wailed as I carefully tread my steps without breaking the wood underneath.

A group of elders wearing hats that covered them from the harsh sun were planting seeds and tending to the young flora that grew in the paddies opposite both sides of the wooden planks.

Those wooden planks had probably never known of a heavy Chinese-Canadian until they abruptly felt one. Wouldn't it hurt being crushed on by one with a "full frame" like me?

I sat by the lily pond, quietly snapping photos and contemplating my trip home, back to the horrifying pace of Toronto life.

It's funny somehow that you can take advantage of time for yourself in this world of the scheduled appointment book. It just seems that I've stressed over a lot over issues that became nothing in the end.

All I'm accomplishing so far in my normal life is disturbing this peace and quiet that my soul required. That thirst was quenched, finally.

The couple looked incredibly happy, and as I snapped quite a horrible photo of them, counting down in a highly accented form of Japanese, I had realised something that I had neglected for so long. My love life.

And this, I say to this day, will be the place I propose to my future partner once I feel comfortable enough.

Seems crazy to the average Joe. You want to travel thousands of kilometres away, take a somewhat long train ride and then take a non-romantic stroll on the road with the 7-11 and the McDonalds just to say that?

I gained a bit of inner peace whilst strolling in the park. I gained most of the context with my otherwise raw thoughts and observations here.

Suddenly, what sounded like a frog croaked and jumped into the water as I was thinking that exact thought. Well, I'll propose marriage here... probably a sizeable distance away from the pond.

My soul finally found what it needs from this trip.