Spring light shines through the windows, slipping through the heating-swaying curtains.
The plants by the window peeking through the gap literally grew taller every day, as if they were swelling in the light.I was a little worried about the texture of the young shoots and the leaves that were bare, so I checked my skin in the bathroom.Yeah, it doesn't go crazy, but it's not that bad yet.

When I stopped by the supermarket in the neighborhood, Hull had already visited.
The Taj Mahal, which stands out and is white and smooth like pottery.Whenever I see a turnip, it fills my head.It wouldn't be possible to eat it alone in a bundle, but I couldn't help but reach for that light and profitable feeling.
If you simmer it with a little minced meat and season it lightly, you can make a simmered dish with a simple and gentle taste, so make a lot and store it in the freezer.


Until recently, I didn't know that rose flowers could be seen when the leaves were dropped, leaving a few stems.Her mother and grandma knew it, but no one had ever taught her.
Cooking with your own hands, who you think of when you find the rose, who you want to tell, is a small thing hidden in everyday life, but it may be very important.


I've been nervous these days.
Every time my body, which is not small, pierces my body and I can't make any special voices or words, like a lot of information and emotions that shakes just by my heartbeat if I don't lean on something. It's like being crucified with an invisible thread.
However, there is a turnip in front of me, a kitchen knife, and a life that is the same as usual.And I am preparing a meal that I do not know when to eat as guaranteed for those days.
There is the sound of heating, the sound of a goldfish pump, and the bombing of an anime dripping on a smartphone.


When I greedily ate it, which was still hot and probably not so stained, it tasted like a gentle touch to my heart.
The green tea that my grandmother brewed in the morning when I couldn't go to school, and the hand of my mother who stroked my back on the day when I had something unpleasant It's all rooted in this body.
Then I fell asleep with a lot of turnip roses, spitting out a joke when it was delivered to important people I had never met.

Fill your stomach with warm things, sleep on a warm futon, and touch with warm hands.
Music may be next.
The next one may be more than enough.


Sea (updated 2022.03.14)