There is a creature in the bus seats in front of me. I can it’s wiry fur sticking out of it’s head, poking up past the top of the seat. I break of a piece of chocolate, the fracture line oblique across the row of squares, ending in a sharp but quickly blunted by the warmth of my finger point. I poked the chocolate through the gap between the two seats in front and the creature took it! It made no sound as it ate. A hand appeared between the chairs. It wants more.
We’re on a bus transfer from the airport in Hokkaido to the ski resort in Niseko. It’s a 3-hour ride. I’ve already had a nap for an hour. We’ve had a rest stop. That’s where I bought the chocolate. Dan finished his book. Bec is consuming past issues of scientific magazines. When we arrive at our rental apartment I want to go grocery shopping, a tradition started in France when we first went to a ski village. Tignes. When the ground outside is covered in snow and you’ve got a warm apartment to return to, having fresh food to cook for dinner is the best end to the day. I really want broccoli.