August 25th, 2017

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'Summer didn't last that long and now it's September'

Might as well be. It's September Song weather- coolish under the sun, random smell of woodsmoke in the evening, odd flashbacks to Florence and Paris in 1980. (Oh to be in Paris now that autumn's here.) This last week of August may be the most summer we get. Summer 1994 did the same thing in Tokyo- a muggy warm week between the end of the rainy season and the very early start of the typhoon one. But the autumn that followed was amazing, so I shall hope this one will do the same.

Is it age that makes this year so forgettable and forgotten in my mind? Even major house-related stuff that happened made little impression. I put it down to the world-wide depression of Donald Trump and his Dying Earth. An end-times feel. Well, one felt the same with Dubya, but this is even more so.