Long hair seems to sway with the leaf-rustling breeze of the autumn.
Written January 18, 2019.
Commentary: My friend and I would take long walks together when we were at ICU, whether it be at the local park or in the heart of Asakusa. Her hair was lovely and long. However, in the autumn, the leaves – the ones I fondly call “star leaves” – fall because of the rustling breeze. I will always treasure my time spent in these different places, but like the tiny star leaves that fall, gradually, I’ll forget the small details that once counted for so much.