

As winter approaches, the world tends to turn brown, but late autumn in Tokyo is surprisingly full of red. Sometimes the red nuts shine in the sun under the blue sky, and sometimes the dry sky at dusk is dyed red. In a sense, it also means that we will soon feel the crispness of the cold morning air. A medieval poet once wrote, “Mornings are the best in winter,” and I agree, because it gets warmer during the day.

