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.