fine weather
It’s a beautiful autumn afternoon, and I’m reading someone’s travelogue on Note.
As I read it, I thought, “Oh, I want to go on a trip.
A trip around Kenji Miyazawa. A journey along the Narrow Road to the Deep North. A tour of Zen temples in Kyoto, etc.
It is not like Basho’s “Dreams run through a dry field,” but only my thoughts run through my travel destinations. I search for routes on Google Earth.
As I look at the various places I see, I am satisfied with that alone. I feel like I’ve been there.
I like to travel, but it is a hassle to make arrangements. Travelers who like to travel say that it is also enjoyable, but no matter how far you go, it is still a hassle. At that point, I am not qualified to call myself a travel lover, but I dislike tour sightseeing even more.
In the end, as I looked at the olive leaves that were left out on the balcony, my “thoughts” once again ran through my mind as I traveled. However, I suddenly realized. Compared to the past, my “thoughts” have a strangely realistic feel to them.
Although they are only my imagination, the scenery I see on Google Earth soon starts to sound real, smell real, and I can even feel the texture of the air. I am amazed at myself.
It must have been the combination of memories of trips I had taken in the past and the depth of my five senses as I grew older that had naturally generated a virtual reality in my brain. I chuckle to myself as I realize this. If I could do that even in places I had never been, it would be even better if I had been there once.
In these days of a weak yen, I could skip Hawaii, New York, and Bali. I can save money on travel. And yes, one day when I become bedridden, I will travel around the world like this.
Unfortunately, I have only three minutes to spare now, no matter how hard I concentrate. The more I think about the distant foreign lands, the shorter the time I have.
Perhaps Ultraman is an alien from some other world who has come to this earth, not with thoughts, but with a thought. That’s why he lasts only three minutes. I came up with a strange hypothesis.
In the end, my “thoughts” on a pleasant autumn afternoon shift from travel to the Ultraman hypothesis, and eventually disappear into a quiet nap…………………complete.
In the early afternoon, when we are asleep, God is away.
