Hello,Someday again.

I started writing on the internet around the beginning of the 21st century. It was in 2017 that I graduated from the field that was at its core: light culture.
Below is a clumsy 'letter' dedicated to it with gratitude and respect. Please read it if you would like.

From the south, I hear them here and there, the news of cherry blossoms.
I was born in the far north.
And I will continue to live here.

I run up a slightly steep hill.
Below me, the cityscape.
I am looking at that scenery that I can see in its entirety.

Cherry blossoms.
The cherry blossoms in the south and the cherry blossoms in the north are different.

Yours are mainly Somei Yoshino, aren't they?
Mine are Ezo Yamazakura.
The buds are pink, they bloom into white flowers, and they are draped in peach color when they scatter.

Every cherry blossom is beautiful.
I am looking at your cherry blossoms.

It is a little regrettable that I cannot show you my cherry blossoms.

The sky and the wind are connected, too.
They circle around and return.
To one place.

Let's meet again someday.
In our place where the cherry blossoms bloom.

- With eternal gratitude, carried on clumsy words
" Hello,Someday again."

I include this song (lyrics) as a bookmark.

Precisely because I want to see you, virtual encounters must maintain respect, and one must avoid barging into another's room without knocking.
I wrote this clumsy 'epistolary' style piece while reminding myself of that.

And now, I continue to walk. As a writer.
While layering those thoughts onto this song, Parade.

Lyrics information is

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