a time travel
English might be interesting for me. If I wrote something in Japanese, and when I cannot think of anything any more, I come to this English blog, and tried to write something.
It might be better in the night. It wasn't wet but cool. To write something is like to talk to myself. I'm in the small room and there are scattered a lot of things on the floor. But it was and is always enough, probably because I'm looking at the inside of myself.
In the early night, I was actually at a far place for a couple of hours. Even if it was in the same city, that seems to be a sort of short trip. Moving from a place to a place is something. I might see somebody and someone might see me even at a moment.