I woke up this morning at 6:30 and...silence. The sluggabed cicadas were sleeping in and endangering me of doing the same. Where am I? Might even the sound of a hungry Sunday-morning-with-no-garbage crow help orient me? But slowly I got up, slowly I got ready, and got on my bike. And there was Japan. Running on the bike path, walking dachshunds, holding umbrellas against the rising sun. The cicadas slowly roused and sang from the trees as I biked through their grove. Shi, shi, shi, shi, shi. It is summer in Japan. Remember me, remember me.