The Howlin’ Wind
Winter has really hit Toyama this week.
Every night, I make some chamomile tea and wrap a blanket around my shoulders. Just as I get ready to take a sip of the steaming tea, I turn off any music or TV show and listen outside for just a few minutes.
I always hear the tempestuous wind, howling at anyone in its path, and making its boisterous voice known to everyone.