A meizanologist’s diary (78)

2 November: inbound to KIX we fly into the fringes of a tropical storm. Without fuss, the Airbus descends through layers of stratus and lands during the last showers. 

Below the clouds, the rain has washed the air clean. From the Haruka, all the mountains that hem in the Kansai plain stand out as crisp grey crenellations, from Rokko in the north to Ikoma in the east. Almost as you might have seen them back when Osaka was known as Naniwa of the wind-blown reeds…