Dew
Sunlight seeping through the ivy leaves lit a single drop of dew. Last night's words passed through me again, and I thought that as long as the dew hadn't dried, I could still hold on to them.
Sunlight seeping through the ivy leaves lit a single drop of dew. Last night's words passed through me again, and I thought that as long as the dew hadn't dried, I could still hold on to them.
The fluorescent light reflected on the floor of the morning market was wavering in a puddle. Before that light dried, a grandmother passing by bowed her head, smiled, and went on.
Drops clinging to the plane tree leaves in front of the morning market fell each time a bus passed. Nobody standing beneath turned their head.