The quietest time of the world is an instant just before the crack of dawn. In order to enjoy that moment, I will crawl out of bed softly and sit by the window without lighting the lights. Coming of spring, the world is still in mist. Only outlines of far mountains can be seen, but it is sure that trees braird and faintish green can be felt in the watery light. “Peoples always have a scare at heart.” The calm and composed daily life is comfortable, but it is on a delicate balance that is set on an unseen place. We are pretending ignorance of the matter, but it gives a feeling that it is breaking down a little by little, and fall apart inevitably at some point. The glass now in my hand is the one that can keep, for a fraction of a moment, the peace of life that has started wobbling. The dishes that are set in the kitchen as usual assure some part of my mind.
“Beautiful things” by Akito Akagi
