Look for Me When The Winds Change

I have no idea what Japan’s weather is really like because the locals say we had a warm winter, a late spring and a cool summer. Produce costs are double what they usually are, say my English students. Last Saturday was the hottest day of the summer with highs in the mid-90s, a bajillion perfect humidity (apologies to family in Texas—I know that’s nothing compared to your summer), and a car with no AC, but as if on cue, Wednesday September 2 began cool and rainy. I woke up at 4 am Thursday too excited to go back to sleep—it’s HOMECOMING DAY!!! I donned my thin black trench just in case it was raining a little. Little did I know I’d need it because it was chilly! I waited outside the hanger in the course of the wind zipping along the flight line. I waited while the helicopter got all the saltwater washed out of its engine, waited while the rotors slowed and stopped. And then—Chris was home!!!