Bonne journée, Cross Cultural

raindrops

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I was probably seven years old and definitely didn’t know what the world was. Well, I still haven’t understood. It rained every day because it was a rainy season. My parents were busy for working then I had to spent a time by myself until they went back home. Needless to say, it should not have been. Just 7 years old.
There were two options; one was to stay home, watching TV or reading books, the other was to visit a house of a friend of my parents. Latter would have been better choice in aspect of safety but, as you may agree, a friend of my parents was not always a friend of me. I didn’t want to spend my time in an uncomfortable room but it rained. Finally I found a solution. I decided to play in a garage having no door. Just next to me, it was raining. After growing up, I learnt that it was a precious moment to know what nature is, and what the world is. It should have been a very very small part of it, but was enough.

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(Floral) Friday Fragments #290

tanu


　古い写真の中から必要な写真を見つけようとあれこれ見ていたら、この写真が何年も前の今頃撮ったものだと気がついた。あれ？９月だったかなあ。なんて、しばし考えた。
　場所が違えば、咲く時期も違うし、場所が違えば、そもそも種類が違ったりもする。この写真は西フランスの公園で撮ったものなので、気温の差なのかなと思ったが、だんだん本当の開花時期がわからなくなってきた。
　まあ、いつの開花だろうが、この柔らかで濃厚な緑と、柔らかで儚いピンクのコントラストが美しいことには違いない。

（ちょっとだけ、美味しそうと思ったことも告白しておきます。）