Sunny, a little cold.
Having worn it too long, I finally got a hole in my suit, to the dismay of others, so I had no choice but to go to a department store to buy a new one.
However, buying a suit is no fun at all. I feel as if I were going to buy school uniforms.
A suit is the battle uniform of a working person. Or rather, it is said to be a suit of armor.
I don’t want to wear such a suit as much as possible.
Whenever I see someone wearing an expensive custom-made suit, standing tall and proud, I am always somewhat wary of them. I feel defensive, as if I might be attacked.
So I want to be defenseless.
I can’t say so, so I go to the bargain bin and quickly buy two expensive-looking cheap suits, a dark blue and a navy blue.
A dark blue and a navy blue. They are too plain. It is as if they symbolize my existence. But on the way home, I look up and see the famous moon of the 13th night.
Both dark and navy blue are indispensable colors to enhance the beautiful moon. I felt that it was not so bad.
Waiting for the moon in a suit that resembles darkness
