#WindyTales

Nao: You waited for the sunset for six days? Mr. Makino: Stupid, right? Nao: I’ve never done anything like that. Mr. Makino: You have a chance to do it. Nao: How can I do it? Mr. Makino: First, you must think of going, then you pack your luggage. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do? Set your own travel plan. For hotels, cheap ones are fine. Showers don’t always work in some places. In others, sand comes out along with the hot water. The single beds in those hotels are around the size of this one. That’s why I’m lying on the bed here, curling up my legs. I can quietly feel those directionless vacations returning. The pitch black outside the window. A night without stars. The cries of animals and chirps of insects can be heard wherever you are. Remnants of light scatter over the water after a storm. Mud upon the river, like melted rust. The golden seaweed floating on top of the water. Large brightly colored flowers alongside the road. Tall coconut trees filled with bitter juice. Summer air, damp air, and a car’s exhaust. And also the mutter of unknown speech. The people that walk about don’t care. I start to sweat since I’m not used to the weather. Large sweatdrops flow from my neck to my waist. Pressing onward while drinking warm, sweet cola. The unidentified multi-colored birds, flying between the tree branches.

There's a #windytales anime episode about a school teacher who loves to travel alone, and his monologue is one of the finest pieces of writing I ever read

#windytales #kenjikawai
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