On the walking path early in the morning, fallen leaves that were blown by last night’s rain and wind are piled up. The colorful fallen leaves are so vibrant that they don’t even look like fallen leaves.
It’s impossible to walk on this path now. When you see that there are no footprints, I’m sure everyone feels the same way.
When the rain and morning dew disappear, and these fallen leaves are blown away by the wind, they will return to the original walking path. When I imagine that, my heart feels warm with the joy of knowing that everyone who walks through this path shared the same experience.

早朝の遊歩道には、昨晩の雨と風に散った落ち葉が折り重なっています。色とりどりの落ち葉は、落ち葉とは思えない精彩を放っています。これでは歩くに歩けません。誰も通った跡がないところを見れば、皆さん誰もが同じ思いを持ったに違いありません。雨と朝露が消えて、この落ち葉が風に吹かれて消えた時、本来の遊歩道に戻るのでしょう。そんなことを想像すると、この遊歩道を通る皆んなが同じ思いを共有できた嬉しさで胸が熱くなってきます。