I spent a winter morning on a streetcar.
What I still remember as a good memory is a passenger next to me.
I was startled.
I was surprised because the passenger was wearing a kimono in the morning.
I only drink coffee in the morning.
Just this morning, I was looking out the window at the city.
Snow was piled up on the roof tiles of the houses.
The winter sky is white and beautiful.
It’s just that
I feel like something good will come out of it.
Isn’t there such a time?