It is fine this morning. The wind does not blow. It is hot morning.
Summer hot sunlight returned.
My head reels just to air futon and laundry.
I will watch the sky over a window in a room on such a day!
It is Sunday today.
I revise one's time in a mode slowly.
I see clouds over the curtain of a white race. They move slowly slowly.
I return time, too.
Slowly slowly.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
