"It is relaxing, especially when it is so nice and sunny out." The girl replied

Ueda was caught off guard for only a moment, he would of guessed her to be the type that would of not even talked to the strange boy that came up to her to begin talking about the weather. But instead here she was, and so for a moment if only just he felt a pang of guilt for doing, the same thing he had chastised Hideo for moments earlier. Ironically enough judging the same girl, before he had given her a chance. He politely listened to her as she spoke, but Hideo was not lying about one thing. Ueda, admired her ability to present herself with an aura of peace and stature around herself. To him it was an odd mixture as if somebody had taken the Buddha and the Emperor and swapped out a Y chromosome for an X. Even as the wind picked up for a moment, and her hair caught the wind, in the same way that the sail of a ship would. Even in that moment it seemed as if, she was not being effected by nature but the wind itself was being moved by her. In many ways it was the complete opposite, the antithesis to himself. He was the one caught in in the tornado and desperately trying to flap his arms to stay in the air.

"I apologize, but I am quiet the person who worries, I am not sitting in a burdensome spot, am I? Perhaps this is your seat? Shall I move?" She asked him

At this the boy with the cane, give a small smile and let out a deep audible laugh. A laugh that was different the one he used at the lunch table with the loose association of people that he could call his friends. It was instead filled with an odd warmth, that had been absent from Ueda's regular dry sarcastic tone which he used to deliver his tidbits of wisdom to the masses that inevitably came to seek him whether he wanted them to or not. He shook his head as he looked up at the pale blue sky above, the same color as a television set that had no reception. He was trapped in his own thoughts as he wandered about in the maze of his own memories, the last time he actually laughed, was when [b]she[/b]. But quickly the labyrinthine walls of his own mind shut him out in self defense, to prevent old memories to take hold, it was just best if he forgot.

"No, not at all! I own that spot as much as the flying birds own the sky, and the ants own the grass." He explained to her in a lackadaisical tone, his thoughts still on a place far away from the present. The sound of the rain hitting hard against the ground, the wind howling and tearing through his throwing him back keeping him away. The lights pouring down from seemingly every angle, as if the heavens were casting their judgement down upon him. The blood sticking to his white shirt as he tried to move, somewhere in the distance ahead, a flickering light illuminating the handle of the cane. Though the only audible sound was his own guttural scream, as the wor-

He shook his head, that door was sealed he had stepped through that arch long ago. His thoughts came back into coherent shapes and ideas, as he came to the conclusion that he was still standing next to Ms. Mizukimura and he had not spoken anything for a very long moment indeed. "Nah your [b]not[/b] a blind person that worries, your a [b]person[/b] that worries." Ueda stressed the importance of those words, words that students at Yamaku learn very well 

 "That is okay because, well worrying, is nothing to apologize about really it is a natural human process, that even I'm guilty of from time to time. But I can give some advise on worrying as I see it. In the end its all pretty hopeless, we all have one end destination. So why not instead of worrying, take the punches as they come and free up your time to experience life as it exists in the moment, enjoy the sunshine and the breeze and conversation with strangers. Because that tomorrow may just not come." Ueda continued to explain, as he watched a small red ladybird land upon his hands perched atop the handle of his cane.

"Ah, but that is a bit morbid and depressing isn't it? So I guess there is no real good answer to worrying is there? Whether you worry to your panicking hearts content or not is just a matter of preference. Finally the mystery of life solved by random strangers that go talk to other random strangers on a whim." He declared as his own mind was doing its best to wrap itself around the oddity of the situation it had been thrust into.