It’s not what I thought I’d be starting off with, but I suppose it’s one way to get some writing started on my journey to Japan. As I rode home from work today it was raining. And this was not the pretty or romantic kind of rain. It wasn’t exactly heavy, but enough to gradually get you soaked and combined with the grey sky blocking pretty much any sunlight and the cold wind whipping just hard enough to be uncomfortable and the whole thing just felt dreary and, blegh. It’s not been an unfamiliar sight during the weeks since I’ve returned home to the Low Lands, which, weather-wise, have been the exact opposite of what I’ve had in Japan.
During our nearly three weeks there, the weather was, in one word, amazing! One single day was the exception. That was the only day on our trip we saw rain and wet snow, which immediately was heavy enough to actually disrupt the otherwise so meticulous and efficient Japanese public transport until some hours into the afternoon! And after that the clouds parted again, the sky turned clear and the only sign the weather had ever been any different than it had been during the days before were the lumps of not yet melted snow and the deep puddles that had soaked our socks that morning. The other days, though? It was fairly cold, or at the least a bit chilly, but it was accompanied by a clear sky and sun almost every, single, day! It was absolutely beautiful! Of course, the day after we left Japan was struck by some pretty awful weather and my view certainly is a partially rose-tinted one. Still, whenever the weather here goes Dutch again, memories of my time in Japan and its cold but clear blue and sunny skies are never far behind.
The late winter rain
Drizzles from the dull grey sky
And my thoughts go East