It is clouded this morning. The wind does not blow. The cold relatively softens.
It is the weather of the turning point of the season. It snows the day before yesterday, and it is a fine day yesterday. And today's forecast is rainy. Weather turns busy like the eyes of the cat. Whenever it rains, a season changes.
The life is so, too.
Various waves flock in succession at the turning point of the life. We are pressed by those correspondence, and we cannot step on the waves well.
We leave the position to the course of nature after all.
There is not the lucky person in the world. In addition, there is not the unlucky person. It is only live proof.
All of us are only simple stones of the roadsides.
They are absorbed again sometime in the space and are concerned with the composition of some star again. Innumerable stars of the space may be formed by the live proof of the creature.
The season rotates, and the life will move.
If there is luck in the world, we want to watch the next generation as a stone of the earth.
Nekogahora rues de Nagoya et Yokohama Atsugi promenade
