I think I was quietly admiring the cherry blossoms at the shrine on a rainy day.
I did nothing in particular.
I threw away the cardboard boxes.
So the neighbors can’t catch me either.
“A block in the parking lot is broken again,” he told me.
Give me a break, anyway.
I don’t want to hear about another broken parking block accident.
All I want is to be able to see the cherry blossoms here peacefully for as long as possible.
The next afternoon, a neighbor kid lost my Easter egg.
And the egg has yet to be found.
The kids never apologize for anything.
Soon I will have to go back to the dump to separate the recyclable from the non-recyclable.
About ten more boxes.
But when I go to the junkyard again, I would like to feel, the cherry blossoms of the shrine.
Afternoon, in the shrine.
All kinds of memories come back to my mind.
March 24, when I went shopping at the supermarket.
Do you have a membership card? Or do you have any membership cards?
How did I answer this question?
I am not obligated to tell you.
But anyway, you see, I am not a member of the supermarket yet.
Last night I was looking at this picture.
Heavy, living cherry blossom in the year 2022.
I had a cup of coffee in my hand, which I bought at a convenience store at that time.
That was my first HANAMI this year.
I was a little slumbering.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the wind.
For about ten minutes, I just relaxed and watched the cherry blossoms.
I was glad I was here and not in a corona.
I am grateful for that.
But at the same time, I can’t help but think with a painful feeling.
I can’t help but think that the Russian and Ukrainian people are somewhere else,
somewhere not so wonderful.
They have gone to war.
I was looking at the plum blossoms. These plums bloomed earlier than cherry blossoms.
I was in a hurry, but there was nothing to worry about.
I was passing the time.
So after depositing at the ATM (I think I put in about 20,000 yen), it was no problem.
I wonder how many more springs I will have.
It was a stunning hairpin curve.
There were a few Japanese silver grass blooming in the foreground.
The clear white sky with the ocean in the distance.
My heart was at peace.
I got out of the car with my camera.
There I stared at the mountains, the sky, and the sea in the distance.
Everything was wonderful. Everything.
I am remembering what happened that afternoon.
Here is a sentence I almost wrote before, but never got around to it.
I was once again recalling my first trip to Unzen.
I remember when I took the trail before sunset.
I came to an observatory from which I could see the old town and the Unzen Hell.
I was walking and shuttering, walking and shuttering.
I thought. My life is here.
I was out somewhere in Shimabara, taking as many pictures as I wanted, wherever I wanted.
I would wander around and pass the time at my leisure.
I would stroll through the samurai residences at my leisure.
I would reminisce about my trip alone at my leisure.
I was taking pictures while holding an umbrella.
I remember that.
When I arrived in Shimabara, I first went to Shimabara Castle.
I climbed the stairs of the castle tower up to the 5th floor to the observation deck, where I took pictures.
I am looking out over the Ariake Sea.
I am taking pictures of that sea, a wonderfully beautiful sea.
But what was I thinking at that moment?
I wondered if I could see China in the far distance.
I walked around Dejima, which was tinged with winter dusk.
A samurai dressed in light clothing stood in the street.
I unhesitatingly clicked the shutter for the Western-style building in the darkness of the night.
The more pictures you take, the richer your life will be.
Isn’t that right?
Come on, folks.
Let me show you where the Dutch lived in the past.
You have to see this Western-style house.
If I don’t like my current residence, I’m thinking of copying the interior design of this place.