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.