It’s the rainy season here in Japan. That means it is hot and wet. That means mastering new skills of cycling whilst holding an umbrella and pedalling in flip flops. That means puddle splashing and ice cream in the rain. That means chilled Saturday nights playing cards and drinking beer in cafes that used to be old wooden houses, listening to the rain lashing against the roof. That means endless cups of tea and musings about the weather. That means the smell of pine in the air, and fireflies hovering in the night. It’s the rainy season and I think I actually like it.
