Mochi That Smacked Me Awake

I stood at Nakatanidou and watched them pound the mochi like it owed them money.
Then I bought one because obviously.
It was still warm in my fingers, super soft, and that sweet soy smell just… hit.
I took a bite and had to pause for a second. Chewy, stretchy, gone too fast.
Now I’m walking around still thinking about that one bite.