Japan,
August.
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.