Japan and the Moon
K and I were walking through the streets of Beijing. We were with a loud, rowdy mix of foreigners and Chinese, and the feeling of summer was fresh in the air. The district we just passed through was famous for Sichuan cuisine and outdoor eating. The whole road was lined with red lanterns and hundreds of tables on the sidewalk, each filled to the brim with steaming hot fish, boiling red pepper hot pot or stir fried vegetables and meat. The floor was littered in peanut and sunflower seed shells, the official snacks of China. The street was loud, but in a good way, the way that makes a city feel alive. Whole.