The Turning of the Seasons

Even after a decade and a half here it never ceases to amaze me how suddenly the weather changes here. It's like someone says, "Oh, hey, it's September," and then flips a switch somewhere. Presto! The temperature drops a bit, the humidity drops a lot, the sunlight seems to take on a different character, and then all these typhoons keep popping up all around these islands.

It's not just the weather that changes, either. It seems like the world itself always goes through some serious shifts in the ninth month of the solar calendar.

So...how about a haiku or two? First one about a worrying situation involving one or more blog friends:

寒くなる	samuku naru	It grows cold,
蝉が歌わず	semi ga utawazu	The cicada doesn't sing,
希望なし	kibou nashi	There's no hope.

And another one about a surprising situation at work:

蟋蟀の	koorogi no	The cricket's
声はうるさい	koe wa urusai	Voice is annoying,
秋の要	aki no you	An essential part of Autumn.

Okay, this one is rather obvious:

倒れた木	taoreta ki	Fallen trees...
風か悪い根	kaze ka warui ne	Wind or bad roots?
構わない	kamawanai	It doesn't matter.

Or how about this one?

台風は	taifuu wa	The typhoon...
北から急に	kita kara kyuu ni	Suddenly from the North,
来るなのか	kuru na no ka	Will it really come?

Actually, I think people in the U.S. are more worried about a possible typhoon from the East, but whatever. It all depends on where you are.

Speaking of which, there's a typhoon brushing up against the southern part of the country right now, kicking up some rain here on the Kanto Plain. There's another squall raging outside now, so I'd probably better wrap up just in case either it gets electrical or this roof starts to leak again.

Goodnight!