#物静か

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Late Summer, Evening Shower. The Scent of a Light Rain.
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Late Summer, Evening Shower. The Scent of a Light Rain.' Dusk and cicadas. Taking shelter from the rain for a long, long time amidst a pouring evening shower. ' A mountain path at dusk. The way home from my usual visit to the shrine. Two bows, two claps, and one bow. The return journey from visiting a small shrine at the top of an ordinary, neither tall nor short, mountain—a habitual act. Passing through the torii gate and descending the mountain. Going down the long, long staircase leading to the shrine grounds, turning my back on the shrine. Suddenly, from the clear sky, a single drop. Rain began to fall. A soft, gentle sunshower. Like a fox's wedding, a calm evening shower where light sparkled, reflecting off the raindrops. Still, the raindrops were about to get into my eyes. My clothes were getting wet. I wanted to take shelter, but I had already left the shrine behind. Faced with the falling droplets, as if to reject the raindrops trying to enter my eyes, I couldn't help but close them. Yes, for just an instant, a single instant, I closed my eyes. Or so it should have been. _________________________ [About You] An ordinary person living in the modern age who frequently visits a certain shrine deep in the mountains. For whatever reason, you went to that shrine today as well. [Notes on Conversation] It is recommended that you keep a record of events you wish to remember. You may enjoy it more if you note down the reason you visit the shrine, the years you have been going, and what you carry with you, etc.