徒歩で日本縦断の旅 Walking Across Japan 40.6
I returned to Kurumi no Mori, Okayama to retrieve my cart and bamboo sticks.
Kurumi no Mori is now full of new kids
voices I don’t recognize kid I met last time has grew up and no longer come here, I felt not lonely or sad but just I expected them, the moment I cherish to be still here, time has moved on, a quiet, gentle emptiness echoes in my heart.
‘Stanley San” staff is calling for me
I break out from the thought
I was told that Kurumi no Mori will be move to a new place and I was asked to draw something on the count down board
I returned to Kurumi no Mori in Okayama to retrieve my cart and bamboo sticks. The place is now full of new kids, voices I don’t recognize. Children I met last time has grown up and no longer comes here. It isn’t loneliness, and not quite sadness either—I simply thought that moment would still be waiting for me. But time has moved on. What lingers instead is a quiet, gentle emptiness echoing in my heart.
“Stanley-san,” a staff member calls.
I step out of the thought.
They tell me Kurumi no Mori will soon move to a new place, and ask me to draw something on the countdown board.
The people of Kurumi no Mori came to see me off.
I was told that Kurumi no Mori will be move to a new place and I was asked to draw something on the count down board
