August 8th, 2020

August 8, 2020

After a week in August, I feel that the summer has ripped.


There is no further growth.


There is no youthful freshness.


After that, it just fades towards autumn.


The end of summer is always like this, relieving and lonely.


Summer in Hokkaido ends like this. Summer in New York ends like this too, but here, autumn is warm. Indian Summer is coming also.


The garden that I can’t enter in the neighborhood boasts a beautiful summer.


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2 Responses to “August 8th, 2020”

  1. Pamela says:

    Such a beautiful oasis in the city …I see two Grecian sphinx- like creatures guarding the garden.. traditionally they are there to ask a riddle to travellers to allow them to cross into a city or place. It can be a humorous comment or a challenging question that you have to find the right answer .. I wonder what your riddle might be..

  2. minikonote says:

    Dear Pamela, It great to know about the sphinx!
    Do you know Kenji Miyazawa?
    He was a poet, Fairy tale writer, and a farmer.
    He wrote the book “The Restaurant of Many Orders”.
    This story has so many riddles and I was scared to read it when I was a kid!

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