Rainy day in the town... alone.
I went to the town. This afternoon, I suddenly felt that it was appropriate to visit there.
I lived there from 6 to 11 years old. It's hard to recall any good memories. But, I now think that the experience is significant to my later life. So, anyway, I visited there.
My old apartment, my favorite tree, tanbo, and small stores have all gone. wow...
I felt deeply "I'm alone".
I still remember the all paths around my old house and I saw some familiar houses. But... it didn't seem to be friendly to me.
Maybe, because of the rain. Maybe... because of my memories.
Anyway, I felt that I'll never come back there.
It's all fine. I just keep moving forward.