capturing in prose
When you gaze intently at the flowers blooming in the fields, you may suddenly find yourself lost in the light filtering through the forest, losing track of where you are.
But don’t worry, it can be a pleasant thing.
野原に咲く花をじっと眺めているといつの間にか林の向こうに漏れる光に埋もれ、どこにいるのかわからなくなることがある。
心配しなくても良い。それが心地良いのだから。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
The next shoots are growing even in the hot wind at the site of a former metal processing factory, where gray, sooty, decaying metal fragments are scattered.
灰色に煤けた朽ちた金属のかけらが散らばる金属加工工場の跡地で、熱風の中でも次の新芽を伸ばす。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
The shadows burned on the sidewalk heated by the summer wind looked cool.
夏風に熱せられた歩道に焼きついた影は涼しく見えた。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
“Illegal dumping is a crime.”
Beyond the sign stretches an empty field.
The wind blows silently through it.
「不法投棄は犯罪です。」
その看板の向こうに広がる誰もいない野原。
黙って吹き抜ける風。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
Even when it loses its color, white is still white,
and no matter what color its surroundings are, white contains all colors.
色を失っても白は依然として白であり、
周囲がどんな色であれ、白はあらゆる色を含んでいる。
A Part of Mostly Monochrome Monday
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