Faerie Lights

At night, the outdoor section of the Ikebukuro Aquarium is lit up with an array of multicoloured lights.

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Twining

There is a small park in Southern Yono.

In that park, there are some benches.

Above the benches, there is an overhang made of metal, leaves and branches.

Attached to those leaves are twisting, turning, climbing trees.

Next to those trees, there are stone pillars.

Standing against those pillars is a figure.

That figure is me.

Wandering Around Saitama

Since my current lodgings are in Saitama, I thought it would be a waste to not look around.

I rode the Saikyo line to Yono, which took a few minutes. Then I went for a walk.

The weather was warm but windy. The skies were a wonderful shade of blue with fluffy white clouds.

A good point about this area is the abundance of greenery. It reminds me a lot of White Plains, in New York.

Once, the daughter of a friend of mine, had mentioned that Saitama was a nice place, and I can finally see what she meant.

If you are in Tokyo, check it sound if you can.

Cusp

Tomorrow summer vacation starts. I’m really looking forward to sleeping late and doing nothing. It’s going to be fantastic!

Plenty of Rain

The past two rainy seasons were incredibly mild, so it looks like we’re making up for it this year.

A Secret Hidden Place

Their feet were heavy as lead. Their throats were dry as deserts. Their packs were hollow. They did not have the strength to go much further.

But it seemed they did not have to. Just when all seemed lost, they stumbled upon this place.

An ancient place. Forgotten. Disused, but still good. It would be enough.

The old ones build this place, though no one could fathom how or why. What had it been for, with its tiny rooms, tiny fountains, and oddly shaped seats? Tiny rooms of prayer, perhaps?

The travelers, lay down their empty packs at the entrance. They bowed at the miniature fountains lining the walls. Behind a lush green curtain, a dull silver hid. The bravest of the travelers ran a hand over it and was greeted by a familiar face.

After drinking their fill from rusted taps, the travelers rested, before gathering their things and continuing on once more.

They did not dwell on this old place, for it had been built long ago and by the old ones, who had shuffled off the mortal coil eons before the current era.

Humans…

Legends they were, nothing more.

Flower Fridays 01

I saw a lot of different types of flowers when I visited California. Most of them I don’t have names for.

These flowers were especially beautiful because they reminded me of fire.

They were planted not far from our hotel and it was mom that pointed them out. On our last day, we both got up early, and while mom was buying some coffee, I took a few pictures.