Packing whatever the weather

I sit at the edge of my suitcase and wonder whether I have packed anything at all that will be suitable... After all who knows what the weather will be like... cool but how cool? 

Given the weather turns here, a boiling hot summers on Thursday twisting round into a sudden dance with bitter cold winters breath on Saturday a mere two days later... 

Well it leaves me wondering whether to pack another jumper or save the space for things I plan on bringing back, like newer trendier clothes and stuff for the house, some nice earthy soup bowls for instance. I'm not really a fan of shopping but last time I spent a few days in Japans I suddenly got shopping eyes and just really took to looking at all the stuff you just don't see here. 

Anyway all this is really a rambling way to say I shall be on a brief hiatus as I step through the moss gardens of Kyoto and Tokyo. 

Tower of Wind

Today was hot and muggy, still lifeless heat. The sun dragged down on you, adding weights to my shuffling feet as they struggled to work out what to eat for lunch on such a day. 

Still no swimming, tonight was a race to the theatre to catch a play before dinner, a sociable night full of conversation with friends. 

Walking home it was still hot and motionless, the heat not retreating in the face of the darkened night. And then just as I thought the days fatigue would surely drag me down there came that magical moment as I went down the last little incline to my building, that cooling whip of fierce wind, that pocket of weather unique to my apartment block that just catches the tiniest fragment of wind around and whips it round and round in circles. 

It is so magically cooling and reviving, a true wonder indeed. I am indeed a million miles away from the rest of  the city