π Saku, Nagano
βNo one knows how long the rainy season will last,β the girl at the bathhouse said. βItβs usually over by the time school is out, the middle of July.β
We stood outside a striking Nordic cathedral of thermal water, where I had sat for hours, warming the tendons of my right hand. βSummer will come from the south,β she said.
The rainy season had come from the south, too, it came at the speed of a shinkansen, and in four hours it reached the hill station of Karuizawa, whose streams now ran turbulent with brown water, rushing past trees in variegating bloom.
βBut you are walking north,β she said with a rueful smile, and disappeared into the bathhouse.