Sixty minutes at a ryokan

Another round of focus aerobics, this time from a bench outside an old hotel

Postcard from an old ryokan recently visited in rural Japan

• Snow: I sensed it from a hush in the air, a glow behind the window, then a guy down the hall, one of the other walkers in Japan, texted me around sunrise to let me know. I dressed, jogged outside. I hadn’t seen snow in maybe a year.

• Memories came flooding, from growing up in New England to atten…