The 2nd of September
I'm laying in my tatami bed, windows opened, making the fresh air come in. I smile slightly, knowing that although I'd love to,I won't be able to dodge work today.
It's been a few days since I moved in. The excitement of being in a new place is still with me, so it's hard to focus on anything else than discovering it here.
Unfortunately, I need to get back to work, but fortunately I have the best job ever. I am an influencer, and I also translate books. This gives me enough income to satisfy all my needs, and I also enjoy it.
I can hear people talking under my balcony. It's a sunny Monday, and many are heading to work around this time. I try to listen to what they have to say on such a beautiful autumn day, but as soon as I realize that I can barely understand a word, I feel ashamed. My Japanese has never been the best, but after I arrived in Japan, I felt like a pro for a while. That was until now.
"I should practice more…" I say to myself.
No wonder my duolingo icon turned dead….
Anyways, I went to a convenience store to get some breakfast. I walk down the street, the wind playing music with leaves. It's so pleasantly quiet, that their rustling is the loudest thing I can hear. Around this time of the year they're still happily green, firmly holding onto the tree branches.
I breathe in their silent song, and let the sun kiss my skin.
Ahh~ how calm and beautiful can this morning be?
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For my working place I'm choosing a park today.
It's a small park, yet kind of crowded, considering the fact that it's Monday. There are some elderly exercising to a calm music, connecting with nature. Their slow movements remind me to slow down on my own, and embrace the gift of registering.I slow my pace of walking. I'm carrying a vintage camera in my hand, and some other stuff in my shoulder bag.My feet are stepping slowly one before another, until they stop. Last birds flying above my head, their petty wings waving in the air. They create indescribable sounds that are like heaven for my ears. A small pond glistens near me, and the birds are quenching their thirst there.
I focus my camera on the surroundings, and take a few photos. Such moments that make my heart pound calmer, and create this warm feeling inside of me are worth capturing.
I sit down on a bench, and take my work out on a table. I take one last look at the park around me, until my eyes concentrate on the display of my notebook.
Balanced noise of my surroundings makes me relaxed, and almost deeply focused on my work.
The book I am translating now is about two boys who fell in love, now experiencing a lovely autumn together. Also I will be experiencing autumn in a while, but alone.... Sudden feeling of loneliness emerges in me. I'm already 18, yet I never felt warm with the coming coldness of autumn. I never felt a hand putting a leave down from my dark brunette hair, or lips kissing mine in the golden, tired sun. I always admired the shiny, early sunsets alone, while studying math of the falling leaves, counting how many are left to fall.
I desire love too.
But I question myself - am I supposed to live while everything is dying? Is my first love supposed to make me feel warm when I begin to freeze? I shouldn't bother anyone with my autumn depression. I was meant to love in spring, and destroy myself in winter. And winter is closer than spring at the moment… Could I give love when I'm desperate…? My boyfriend would probably be so annoyed with me, and would let my tired eyes close.
So I decide falling in love in autumn is bad, and I continue writing, until a notification appears on my phone.
It's Yuki.
"We should practice volleyball so we don't suck in the uni volleyball club.You have time later?"