The white magnolia tree is wet with rain. Its branches, usually a dull dark brown, shine red by washing out in the rain, and the drizzling rain heralds spring like little bugs flying around. The raindrops that don’t want to fall finally cling to the red branches, and on the other side of the foggy air, the free-spirited red plum blossoms enjoy the rain. That’s the spring that makes you feel relieved.
(日本語は下に) Come to think of it, I wonder when I started to feel a sense of elegance when I see red and white plum blossoms. When it was no big deal to carry my skis and visit ski resorts in northen and then middle Japan, I used to take naps on benches on the platform at Otari Village Station at Nagano in the middle of winter, but I would freeze to death if I did it now. I should be aware that I am no longer young, since I have come to take a break by viewing the warm plum blossoms. Just as spring comes after repeated cycles of warm and cold weather, the passage of time changes the way I see things.