Sunshine

The sun has returned to Tokyo. I got up this morning, and it was bright and sunny. Of course, the past two weeks it’s been bright and sunny when I get up. This time, however, it wasn’t evil-ass deceiving bright and sunny, which makes me leap out of bed and run outside only to freeze my ass off, but actually warm bright and sunny. For this I am thankful.

When I e-mailed a coworker out here before leaving he said “Oh, it’s been sunny and in the 60s for the past few weeks. Don’t bring too many warm clothes or coats.” So I brought one sweater, one pseudo-sweatshirt and a trench coat (with the lining removed) for dressy nights. It was gorgeous when I arrived, stayed gorgeous for two days, then started hitting the 20s at night and spitting snow during the day. All the while teasing me with bright and sunny mornings. Meanwhile, D.C. went from sucky cold to warm and bright.

I’ve worn the same sweater or pseudo-sweatshirt every night for almost two weeks. They smell like Denis Leary’s lungs (no smoke-free bars in Tokyo) and I’m sure The Expats wonder why I came to town with only two sets of clothes. (They don’t know about my vast array of colorful boxers.) It’s time for some warmth.

Tomorrow I walk around Ginza naked.