I cry every time I hear Path of The Wind, the unofficial soundtrack to Studio Ghibli’s iconic My Neighbour Totoro. I think it’s something about the chimes. The magic of resounding harmonies that feels unequivocally Shinto Japanese as well as playful in its childlike wonder at the same time. It’s the way the music moves through feather light melody to dramatic crescendo and back again to the sensitivity of folkloric forests enchanted with woodland spirits. It encompasses the nostalgia of my childhood. Saturday afternoons sat in front of the telly watching Film4’s Studio Ghibli seasons. The folding DVD compendium etched with 20 or so different Ghibli films that my sister and I would watch on repeat.