Last summer in Nippon

I arrived in Japan three years ago, in the tormenting humidity of a Kyoto summer. I temple-hopped with a fan in one hand and a parasol in the other, and stopped regularly for green tea ice cream, wiping the sweat away with my trusty sweat towel. My time in Japan came full circle and I spent my last days here again bathing in my own sweat, and listening to the urgent refrains of the last cicadas. Temple rhythms from Okudani-cho.