. My friend Jayne has been making me summer playlists since way back when, as in, way back when making a summer playlist meant burning a cd that you then physically put in the mail. (After my sad requests, she has been making more playlists: Bittersweet Orange and Shibuya Beach are on Spotify.)
Jayne always knew way more J-Pop than I ever did and she got me into Coconuts Musume, which was a Hello! Project group that did not achieve quite the popularity of, say, Morning Musume. I really do not know all that much about them. However, I finally hunted down an mp3 of my favorite single of theirs, 'Halation Summer'. I can't get the video to embed (I can't even get the website to give me a link), but here's a cover by more recent (? I have no idea) group Berryz Koubou:
Anyway, for me it is not summer without Halation Summer. I know it's not summer, but it's about to be summer in Australia.
Usually I have a lot of sadness during winter and it's hard for me to find the invincible summer within. I feel like at this point I'm doing it out of spite. A dogged resistance to the leaves turning and falling, a boycott of lowered temperatures, summer playlists on repeat, the heat in the apartment turned way up. It is not only my hope that this will be my final winter; it's my hope that I won't even have to endure the whole of it. I'm always thinking of that saying Persians have for 13bedar:
Sal-I digar, Khane-I showhar, bachcheh dar baghal
(Let next year find me in my husband’s house with a baby in my arms)
But more like, let next year find me swimming in the ocean and soaking up the sun and breathing the wild air. And looking at feral iguanas. But I don't know how to say that in Persian, much less make it rhyme.
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