After The Rain - Blog Posts

What if they dressed alternative (updated bc i fixed some nitpicks of mine)

『前へ』

雨上がりの休日。 雑用でちょっと職場へ。 気分転換に敷地内をブラブラ(笑)

向かい風が吹いているけれど、『やるしかない』という道を進むべき時があるような気がしてます。

大好きな雨雫のキラキラと澄んだ青空が、気持ちを前に推し進めてくれます。

2021/04/19

『Forward』

Holiday after the rain. For chores, I went to workplace. I took a walk on the premises of my workplace for a change. Even if I know it's hard, there are times when I should take the path of "moving forward." The shine of my favorite raindrop and the clear blue sky will push my feelings forward.

『雨の忘れ物』 

以前、よく通い詰めた場所のすぐ近くにある『ひょうたん池』

久しぶりに側を通ったら、ふらふら〜っと足が自然に池の方へ・・・

池の名前がオチャメで可愛い♪

前日の雨がここに残していった、素敵な雫の忘れ物。

朝陽を全身に浴びた木々や草花たちが、あっちでもこっちでもキラキラキラキラ✨嬉しそうに輝きを放っていました。

行く秋の名残を惜しみつつ、ほんのちょっとだけ冬の匂いがするひょうたん池の、キラキラと輝く雨の忘れ物を楽しみました✨

大好きな雨上がりの朝のひと時は、日常のあれこれを忘れさせてくれます✨

2020/11/28

On the morning after the rain, I took a walk in 'Hyotan Pond' This pond has a very cute name♪ The raindrops were twinkling the trees and flowers✨ I like the morning after the rain which makes me feel hope♪

It was a small stage. Set up on the bank of the river with a few strategically placed cinder blocks and some press board, there was nothing fancy or professional about it. The band was equally questionable, with unfashionably ragged jeans, shirts with dates from ten years ago, and miss-matched shoes. There wasn’t a single keyboard or amp to be seen. In fact, it was as absolutely low-tech as possible. The only attempt at levity was the string of Christmas lights hung across the bracing beam that ran above the stage. A car battery had been jury-rigged to supply silent power, and while the safety of the maneuver was questionable at best, no one cared.

The grass was still soaked, the ground beneath so saturated with water that each step upon the Earth caused liquid to well. Fog crept in as the band was still walking on stage with their guitars and fiddles and horns still in their cases. The people gathered on the sodden ground did not care. Candles flickered intermittently amongst the group’s of twos and threes, the loudest conversations were murmers, and few people walked around. This was not a concert. This was not a party. This was grief. And joy.

The waters of the river had only just receeded back behind their banks two days previous. The houses just behind the listeners were lost, down to the tiniest wood shed. Pets had been lost; so had treasured heirlooms. But the people themselves were still alive, still here.

The fog rolled in, the candles flickered, the band opened their cases.

And there was music.

Autumn leaves.

Saigon, Vietnam. Credit to laphanblog (Instagram).