We biked through the seasons: Spring, sakura blossom, Summer, sardines by the river, Autumn, volcanic eggs by Hakone Lake, Winter, snow on Bow Beach. Our twenty-something selves, you a black-lashed boy, me, aka no tanin — a red stranger. Steeped in tea terraces, we rode to Ippon Matsu Shrine and made a pledge. Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana First published in Orbis Quarterly International Literary Journal, Autumn 2020





