#a walk

この夏の思ひ出

we are walking. we are walking. we don't need anything else. these woods. fresh air. is this what peace is? my mother and me. we eat our mango ice-cream. it's a summer night. the streets are illumined by the streetlights. a dazzling fair at sight and also, a hospital. my mother says "when you lose your good health, everything becomes dull." i glance at the patient's faces, as if nodding in acceptance to their dreadful fate. i wonder if they would even flinch now if they had their hard-earned assets taken away or if they would pray to God only for their health or if they would make a deal with the devil to give back their life in return for everything else. how cruel to fight for a little more life! maybe a miracle is on it's way. i pray. we walk. everything is okay. the moon, tonight, seems far away.