School begins yet again, and the cherry trees are still in bloom.
The campus lawns are littered with sunbathing students.
They huddle together in circles, with at least one boy per group sloppily playing an acoustic guitar. Dogs tear through the grass as they chase tennis balls. Clouds of smoke rise alongside heavy laughter. Everyone is really happy. It’s cute.
Aren’t you people supposed to be in class?
Am I supposed to be in class?
I am guilty of chasing the Spring air myself…
I biked to school just to read in the grass. I picked up my friend on the way and rode us to a shaded area. They identified many of the trees around us, and I listened happily.
I later sped around town in search of pink flowers to photograph. With me, my two most beloved cameras and an apple that was to never be eaten.
-Those idiots who never let me cross the road despite it being my right of way.
-The plum and cherry and magnolia trees, milk mixed with blood, the sweetest smells you've ever smelt, the bees!
I love these things. I guess I don’t really mean it, but I do feel something for them!
I am always the first to enter the classroom for my night course on Thursdays. It’s two hours long. I don’t get back home until 20:30 or so. I like to arrive early and rearrange the desks for my classmates before they trickle in. Then, I sit in silence for ten minutes.
When I arrived last time, I thought I saw God for a moment.
When flowers are no longer blooming and the temperature only seems to rise, I get sad. Actually, I become pretty depressed. I think I want to live on a planet perpetually cycling between Winter and Spring.
that fell like cherry blossoms
is water once again
Koshigaya Gozan