A summer day that my body still vividly remembers.
I took a light shower in the bathroom where the evening was just plugged in, and wore a thin white cloth on my dry skin.
It may have been a visualized "deepness", or maybe it was more pure and important as a woman.
When I had the yukata put on before going to the summer festival, I was so happy that if I tied my heart that seemed to pop out with a sash, it would be painful and painful.


A bicycle passes by the wind while cutting the wind.However, the person's short sleeves were swollen, probably because he was not sharp, and only the torso that stuck with sweat was highlighted.If a strong wind blows even for a moment, it seems that the entire bicycle will fly like a flying squirrel or flying squirrel.
I was fluffy in the sky and scattered loud noises and sparks, and while walking on the familiar road, I thought about that and my mouth became loose.
Then, before I knew it, I slowly traced my sweaty bangs with my nails and said, "Oh, it looks like an adult now."
I was wondering.
My mother, who wanted to wear a yukata stubbornly when the girls' Jinbei was popular, said, "Yukata makes girls three times as cute." Let's go.
It was the first time I knew that if I tried to pay attention to all of my actions, I would even notice the weight of my eyelashes.


The usual parks and school roads where I walk with unfamiliar clogs are pale and smooth as if wrapped in oblate, and instead look like a fake.The time, the air, and the sound were all too close together, and I felt uncomfortable, but it was the most pleasant, as if I had lost myself in a movie set made just for today.
I wonder if everything will be papier-mache and will be easily destroyed tomorrow.My stride was so small that I thought about it again, and it took me a long time to arrive.

If you think about it now, it may not be a mistake.It's certainly a fragile and ephemeral time, and it's a time that won't even appear before me anymore.
At that time, the gaps in the platonic conversations between us were exquisitely filled with fireworks, drums, and all the sounds there.
But when they disappeared almost at the same time without noticing that, I think the last thing left was the clogs and my bad aizuchi.
Even so, on the long way back from walking with someone, I was glad that my stride was small today, and I was glad that the suffocating obi also tied my heart to my body.


Even if I remember this clearly
Even if we know that "then" and now are connected by a straight line, the two are infinitely parallel and never intersect.
Although I have a memory, I don't think it's me enough to behave like someone else and to think about the flowers that I've stepped on and look down on them.

I think it may be because I consciously break the memories, and I think it's because I'm desperately trying not to pollute the memories so as not to pollute the present.
Every time I make a mistake, I break a line to keep a distance from that time when I don't come anymore.
Line break
Line break,
Start spelling the present anew.I sometimes look back at the accumulated notes and wonder who they are.
Maybe it will be so forever.


Still, from time to time, I shift my mask and find such early summer pieces in the air flowing through my nasal passages.While folding your finger to the condition that you can return to that moment, look at the missing one and pretend not to see it.
It's much better if I can feel the old days in parallel memories, rather than facing the fact that my heart gradually gets used to and becomes dull.
I want to start a new line for me, who was hoping that I could spend such a moment for a long time, which is bad for my body.

When I made such an excuse, sometimes the little self who should have driven up a lot came down the stairs innocently, and in the endless love and the endless summer, I was thrilled and returned to myself. I go.
I wonder if he will be busy this summer because he is busy with the collection.
It's always me who swings me around.


Sea (updated 2022.05.30)