Having nothing on my plate this afternoon, Chieko and I took a walk down the train tracks and around the cranberry bog across the street. The woods here are much different than in Japan. Japanese forests are always so manicured (at least the ones I’ve frequented), whereas Cape Cod woods are a tangled mess of tree, briars, and everything in between. A lot of the forests in Japan are also made up of cedar, and thus stay green during the winter. I’d forgotten how stark northeastern forests become once they drop their leaves.
And of course, one of the boy.