August 8th, 2020

August 8, 2020

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

八月も、一週間も過ぎれば、もう、夏も熟した感じ。

There is no further growth.

これ以上、成長することはない。

There is no youthful freshness.

若者らしい清々しさは、もうない。

After that, it just fades towards autumn.

あとは、秋に向かって衰えていくだけ。

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

ほっとするような寂しいような、夏の終わりはいつもこんな感じ。

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

北海道の夏はこんな感じで終わる。ニューヨークの夏もこんな感じで終わるけど、秋が暖かい。インデアンサマーもやって来る。

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

近所の入れない庭も美しい夏を誇ってる。

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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? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/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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