I‘ve always loved rural Japan and prefer it to the big bustling city of Tokyo. On our drive back home to my husband’s hometown, we are greeted by the familiar green fields, lush mountain, blue skies and fluffy clouds.
The smell of fresh air is inviting, especially for someone who’s been living in arid, humid (during summer) and dusty (during sandstorms) desert land. She rolls down the car window and breathes in all the fresh air and maybe save some to take home?
It’s autumn in Japan right now so the weather is good and the air is crisp. I’ve expected to see the colorful foliage in the mountains but we were too early. The leaves were still green but beautiful otherwise.
Rice harvest time has just finished in the hubs’ hometown. Everyone is busy drying the rice stalks under the sun, meticulously following the weather. The air smells sweet and I never get tired of looking at the country side.