Sunny day
A pleasant day.
In the late afternoon on a day like this, I enjoy talking with casual friends and reminiscing about the old days with my relatives.
In the past, I used to avoid these times because they seemed somewhat mundane and illiterate, but now I finally realize that this is what makes people happy.
I have a bit of a tendency not to understand, or rather, not to notice, the obvious. That is why I have had a hard time until now.
I think it is because I was always looking for happiness somewhere far away. Like trying to catch the moon reflected on the surface of the water.
At times like this, I reread “The Blue Bird” by Maeterlinck.
The ending is a little different from what I remember. Was it like this?
Anyway, getting older may mean that I can see more and more clearly the “blue bird” for me.
The clear autumn sky clouded by the heart the noon moon
