It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is hot morning.
It is the quiet morning of Thursday. Hot south wind blows loosely.
A neighboring child plays tenor sax.
Languid sounds of the tenor sax flow to south wind intermittently.
Curtains of white laces shaking for wind.
People who walk.
The flow of the car.
All is slow motion.
I sleep a little.
I relax on such a day.
(the yesterday's diary)
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
