Yuzu mochi

Yuzu (I think) with hot cocao to drink,
Quite a debate with Kazu about where it could be properly eaten. In train no, outside, no. Walking, no. In a restaurant, definitely and laughably no. In a house yes. Or maybe on a park bench.
Having to go someplace to eat, adds to the flavour and moment a lot. It also means going, and stopping.

So light and soft, so dense and thick. Awake citrus.
Waking up with Keiko running in and opening the mado. Cold Cold.
Soft light of Kyoto, ceramics and touching clay, hard but gentle.
This mochi is a good contrast of experiences that range from tactless and pushy, to soft and luminescent.