Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I’ve had itchy feet for a while now. Real life keeps frustrating the best laid plans however: if it’s not a typhoon rolling in on a public holiday, it’s a broken tooth that needs repeat visits to the dentist. If it’s not that, it’s staying home with the dog for reasons I’m still not entirely clear on. But… there’s always something else. Time to just get up, get out and get over it.
Autumn in Japan is puzzling. The last remnants of summer filter through, but without the humidity, without the misery; the days are all bright sunshine, cool breezes and dry air. It’s doubly confusing for someone from the UK because it often feels like spring time to me. I have to remind myself that the temperature curve is going backwards.