I spy it crossing a bridge on a bus back into the city from the east; I climb a nearby mountain and it dominates the skyline; I walk to work and am pleasantly surprised to see the spire peeking over the tops of the trees at Da’an Park.
I’m not solely writing out of selfish, monetary interests.
The act of donning this ridiculous suit enabled me to let go of the remaining hesitations I harbored about the questionable hot-weather hot-spring endeavor we had gotten ourselves into.
My presence that summer must have been a shock to Nainai, but oddly enough she never questioned why a tall, thin, white, American guy was living in her home.
