“It's not very
warm,” Yukio complained.
Ulf pushed up his
sunglasses and looked at his friend. “Yeah, you're right about
that. We get a lot of sun this time of the year, but it's not as hot
as in Japan.” He laughed at the comparison and recalled the bleak
winters from his previous life. “We don't get as much sun during
winter, so it evens out.”
“You mean
light's out during winter?”
That question
came just a bit too close to the memories Ulf had played along with
before Yukio joined him in the morning sun.
“Yeah, and we
don't even get much snow to mitigate the darkness.”
Yukio must have
noticed something, because he coughed, lit a cigarette and looked
into the sky. “But right now the sun's getting warmer, the air is
crisp and we're enjoying the outdoors in its full glory,” he said
after letting out a lungful of smoke.
Where did you
get that string of melodramatic drivel from? It mattered little.
Ulf was grateful his friend had changed the topic. His two first
winters in Japan had really been mental light's out.
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