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.