something deep
I couldn't find my passport. I don't know why. But I know that is somewhere in my room, especially in the closet. I don't have to find it right now. I just would like to see the stump in it.
But I found another stump, on the package. I sent it from San Francisco to my home. It was actually two years ago.
It becomes quiet again. I don't have to search that in the closet anymore. But it seems to have passed a lot time. It already be in the daybreak.
I look for the time to go to bed although I'm already sitting on the bed.
I may stay up till the morning for reciting family Buddhist altar.
I'm strangely nervous in this morning. The content of the today's post of my Japanese blog is the cause. I wrote it with stepping inside me more deeply.