Summer in Tokyo: Rain Women, Cicadas, and Visits from the Dead
One reason I fell in love with Japan is the way each season is embraced and celebrated. Living here has changed my view of them—and of myself.
This is , a monthly column in which Ann Tashi Slater writes about culture, society, and day-to-day life in Japan.
Of course it’s hot—it’s summerting
(translated by Donald Keene)
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