the monsoon is upon us here in yakushima, already the wettest place in japan; as of today the new channels basically stopped trying to forecast the weather, just saying that its going to be humid and sticky, with sudden flash storms coming whenever the fuck they want, like, for the next few weeks.
but for all its grossness, this season always strikes up a deep nostalgia - reminds me of shanghai. south eastern asians must all have some quarter sense for humidity, or at least humidity memory. in the states it would only get like this a few times in a summer and i would have these unexpected epiphanies of de ja vu.
anyway, i took advantage of yesterday, which the news people touted as the Last Nice Day, and went out fishing. Some more success, caught a grip of hand sized tropical fish. i threw them all back unsure of their edibility, just to see them on sale later at the supermarket. i had a good time though, first time in a while when i slipped into that exquisit zen state when the baiting of hooks, the cast of rigs is subliminal and time is annihilated. i only took notice when i realized that the back of my neck was getting sunburnt.
i sea turtle came by to say hello, it was kind of the sweetest thing.
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