On the 10th of February I woke up under the world’s thickest doona in a hostel in Kyoto. I stumbled down the ladder of my bunk and drowsily made my way to the window thinking, It would be too good to be true if last night’s dream of a snowy Gion materialised this morning…
As my eyes adjusted to the white flat light of the last throes of a Japanese winter, a broad smile pushed itself out of the dumb earth of my consciousness. The tiniest white flakes were drifting impossibly slowly onto the street and the Kamogawa river below.
I ran down the stairs, hired a bicycle and rode for the first time in 4 years. A slight wobble and sense of earthlessness, like missing the last stair, and I was off and away. I had no idea where I was going, but it didn’t matter because I was there and I was going somewhere.
I need to recapture this feeling.
I’m sick of the crappy light in Kyoto. Could the sun come out for once?!
At least it stopped raining today.
It snowed instead. That crappy kind of snow that may as well be rain.
Urgh, I’m just complaining coz the 3 snorers wouldn’t let me sleep last night. I’m going to bed right now. Tomorrow will be better - national foundation day!
This is Ryoanji rock garden btw.