sunrise

What better place to watch the sun rise than the city named 旭 (sunrise, morning sun) in the country known as the land of the rising sun, other than the fact that it gets annoyingly repetitive once put into words?

Said city, where I've found temporary refuge in, is home largely to farmers, hospital employees, and 9-to-5 office-working, karaoke-going, izakaiya-dwelling run-of-the-mill workaholics.

Before this I recall having purposefully waited for the sun to climb that hill was last year during my lengthy drive to Hokkaido. The chilly damp in the air from these misty early summer dawns can bring serenity to whomever willing to spare a frail moment, along with the smell of the local farmer's market crossed with an occasional animal smell that mildly stings the nose though hardly noticeable after some getting-used-to, and a surprisingly broad horizon that can only be described as a rarity in the land-scarce Kanto just a mere 80 odd miles east of Tokyo. It then quietly flooded the skyline with its watercolor aurora, like a shipshape agreement unspoken, at four A.M. sharp.

What worldly possession would one give for this precious little notion of a lidlessly trivial morning?

In due time I should have some pictures to show how delightful it really was, once they make their way to this end of the cable. Arr... the inconvenience of having lost my camera cell phone.