カルガリーというか、今回はどこに向かうかよりも、また短い道のりながらもバックパックを背負って歩く、というのがうれしい。
靴下を履いて仕事場に向かう道中ではなくて、征服を詰めて背負い込むカバンではなくて。
The days are getting old like human being is.
the travel its self is also getting old then,
it goes to somewhere where I can not see. From time to time, it come back to you, and then gone again spontaneously.
It may be time to catch my old days again. my old days which becoming my old memories.
wake them up, and then let me feel free from my feelings.
People I met on the way of traveling, with some pics and no pics.
I would like to now feel the people I did not take any pictures of them....
I would like to know if I still can see their faces,
if I still can smell the air of villages, and of the rain season,
if I still can hear the sound of skies, and of footsteps.
I have just started enjoying today.
今一度、とつぶやいてみても、なにか特別なことを、というわけでもなくて。
今を過ごしながら、忘れたくない感情の一部になりつつある旅の部分部分を自分の身に落ち着けようとしているのかもしれない。
