There is something quite otherworldly about Japanese summer, a kind of hypnotic humidity. This wander, while waiting to meet a friend, made me remember my first month when I lived in Japan a few years ago.
The humidity felt like a cloak over me and I sometimes felt as if I was swimming through it as I wobbled along on my bicycle. It just seemed to smell of sultry golds and greens in the early mornings [probably before I remembered how hot I was...!}
During my rural commute, the heat went from unbearable to a dreamy solitude and I loved remembering it again in the middle of Tokyo.