[Something I wrote years ago]
Beautiful days, beautiful times
Things feel so right to me these days.
My mind is at ease. I feel so light, so relaxed, so pleased that it sometimes bores me, thus I keep myself busy by finding things to do.
As I walk all by myself along the streets, I feel so relaxed and free. It is impossible to feel down, when you see right before your eyes the beauty of life. The pavement profusely covered with old yellow leaves. The touch of the wind on your face and hair. The warm and gentle atmosphere. The quivering of leaves in the light breeze. The image of a father and a daughter walking hand in hand, smiling, laughing. The feel of your feet stamping on the pavement. The subtle movement of skirts. The perverted stares. The flirtatious looks.
I strolled along one familiar street the other day. As I admired the sight of leaves on the street, I saw a man sweeping the old leaves to a corner. That saddened me, in a way. I know it sounds silly, but I would like very much that he leaves the pavement just the way it is. Those old, good-for-nothing leaves are so beautiful, the mere sight of them soothes my mind. They might look old, shriveled, lifeless individually, but the concentration of them draws so magnificent a picture I hardly can describe.
Sometimes when I am alone, I feel most free and relaxed…
The only thing I could just do, is to indulge myself in this warm and gentle atmosphere.
And pretend to myself that this moment will stay forever..