Clear Skies in the West Means Tomorrow Will Be Fine

The sunset washed the evening sky in dove-gray purples and glowing, firey pinks. It’s been a while since Fuji-san has appeared through the warm rainy season haze but last night—still streaked with snow and layered in blankets of low-hanging clowds—she shook off the things that ail her to enjoy the damp air of a balmy summer evening.