On this cold Kyoto
I miss you
Sitting under a heated table eating oranges
I miss you
Wrapped in a hoodie, wool socks and hat indoors
I miss you
I miss you
Shivering naked like a prisoner of war in my shower room
I miss you
In a country with robots and bullet trains
I miss you
Old, clanky, cantankerous Canadian heating
I miss you
Eight hundred dollar power bill
I miss you
we live in an older house with these cumbersome accordion radiators made out of cast iron.When the heat kicks in in the living room it sounds as though some cartoon robot is popping apart in all directions. I missed this kind of heat when we lived in the ultra modern Swiss pink box, known as A3 Quality Cube. With its uneven floor heating and no where to dry that emergency pair of undies when I forgot to do laundry.
ReplyDeleteI grew up with big radiators. In St. Anthony I used to sit in a basket chair with my feet toasting on one while I watched the horizontal snow races outside on a day free from school. I have happy memories of noisy heat, announcing itself proudly through a creaky house. Now I am back where I belong in a creaky house with a cranky heating system and though it comes with a price tag ( oil don'tchaknow) I wouldn't have it any other way.