Furano, Hokkaido: thought on the train yesterday that, were I ever to achieve success by my pen, I’d like to keep a home here in Hokkaido. Maybe on the outskirts of Sapporo, close enough to the city but far enough to be somewhat isolated, where I could go when I need to recharge and find my core again because the Hokkaido countryside is beautiful with space to breathe and think and be, which is a pleasant surprise because I tend to be someone who finds such pastoral landscapes more enervating and sleep-inducing than positively calming and soul-soothing …
Got to my hostel last night in the grey gloom of impending rain, had a little cry for loneliness (amazing how much better one feels after a good cry!), said the words out loud into the silence ringing around me: I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
(I hate silence because it makes the ringing in my ears that much louder.)
Then I calmed down and read more Sum and woke this morning to the rain. The showers are coming and going now, and I’m thinking I should head down to the station while the rain has halted because I conveniently forgot my umbrella on the train when I arrived in Sapporo, but it’s only 8:30, and I’m not yet feeling compelled to start moving again.