It is chilly this morning. I feel a million miles away from summer already. Already, I miss the summer festivals. The last one attended occurred not even a full month ago.
The Ginza Festival. Midwest Buddhist Temple. Scorching sunlight, haunting Japanese music, the smell of smoke from the grills making chicken teriyaki, women with fans, little girls with parasols, the sound of Japanese and English swirling together in the crowds.
It ought not to feel so distant already. I am already anticipating next summer.
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