Both of us had dreams/nightmares about Japan last night.
I can feel it coming closer, as this whirlwind England visit draws to a close. It has been amazing, actually – a real maelstrom of different emotions and people: Perfume Lovers London was petrifying initially but I ultimately loved it (such great people!), and I also just happened to walk away with the ultimate prize at the Jasmine Awards, the Literary Prize, which wasn’t bad either.
I have much to write about, but will just leave you with an image of the kind of scenery that will be there when I go back.
Don’t think it can ever really compare to the beauty of the English countryside, though….
I took this picture yesterday in Engakuji shrine, just down the hill from my house. A cascading flourish of bamboo, some kind of Japanese catkins (or laburnum?), and in the foreground, with its fresh, delicate scent, white plum blossom. An impetuous, stirring whoosh of incoming Spring.