I was thinking of returning to the island for the equinox, but the weather forecast was not good, so I decided to return on the 26th. There is also an event at Fukajizo on the equinox, so I was thinking of returning for the first time in a long time, but I had to mow the grass around my house, so I changed the date to this day.
Although it was still hot in Kamuro, the northerly breeze was comfortable, and in the morning, the sea was blowing white waves because the tide and the wind were blowing in the opposite direction. Around the house, an old warehouse and a vacant lot were being cleared.
After a light lunch, I set about cutting the grass. I stop after about two hours, take a shower, and enjoy my own golden hour. I snack on prosciutto and pears, and read Sawaki Kotaro's "Tengai 1, 2." The book weaves together his own writings and those of other writers with photographs he took during his overseas reporting and travels since 1900. I first found the paperback at my company's bookstore, and then found the hardcover in the 100 yen section of a second-hand bookstore. It's a thick, decorated book with a list price of 3,200 yen. I've read quite a few of his books, but when I look at the photographs, I can't remember the title of the book, but there are times when I recall the scene depicted in the photo, and it makes me feel good.
As I was drinking, the sea shone a deep blue, perhaps because the tides and winds were flowing in the same direction. I was fascinated by the sea, which I had seen many times before, but I was fascinated by the color. Offshore, there were three or four cargo ships going north and south as usual, showing me the usual scene. I took a shower, so I went to sleep.
The next morning, as I was heading home after buying a newspaper, I met Mr. K. in front of Ebisu Shrine, who was returning home from Hiroshima. I didn't know his name, but we had met a few times while cleaning the house, and we sat down on the base of the bridge and chatted for about 10 minutes. He said he had returned alone and was staying for four or five days. I was impressed that he had managed to stay, even though I couldn't cook anything to eat and could only manage two or three days. He asked me, "Are you O?" and I replied, "Minoru." At this point, I should have just asked, "What's your name?" but I had lived my life without being able to do that. Later, I asked someone living there his name based on what he was saying, and found out. As usual...
After breakfast, I cut the remaining grass. It's strange, but the grass in the old vacant lot seems to be of a different type to the grass in the new vacant lot. The grass in the new vacant lot has thicker stems and feels stronger. I wonder if it will become the same if I keep cutting it.
After mowing the grass, I transcribe newspaper columns, write in my diary, and spend the time reading a book. Today's book is "Thoughts of Ryotaro Shiba 12," a book I left behind when I returned to Hiroshima for the Bon Festival. This book starts off with a difficult topic.
My days at Kamuro come to an end without any particular purpose. For me, it's time to recharge and refresh myself...
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