Fukuoka Ramblings

The hazy days of Fukuoka's August, where salary men unbutton their dampened white collars and their pace slows to an amble. Where everything green grows wild and unruly. Where gargantuan watermelons wait to be sliced, their redness relished. Where only sushi stalls can satiate the thirst for cooling the city's tongue. Where neko-chan search for shaded stone to stretch out and unfold their fury limbs. Where cold soba noodle shops beckon, providing shade for my squinting unaccustomed blue eyes. Where terrapins bask in the afternoon heat, heads bobbing atop a box on a backstreet. This is Summer in the city.