令和7年11月23日（日）
前日疲れすぎてなかなか起きれなかった トイレで何回か起きた いつもはそのタイミングで起きてしまうが今日は布団にもぐってしまう状態だ
昨日小山からの帰りの電車 座れたから眠ろうと目をつぶったが眠れなかった 疲れすぎちゃって眠れなかった感がある
起床後 姉が昨日買ったおかず床に落としてしまったといってきた
姉は綺麗好きなので床に落としたものをたとえ洗っても食べることが出来ない
唐揚げとたまごだったのでよかった 洗ってレンチンして僕が朝ごはんで食べた
一応英語の勉強はしたがそれ以外何もする気になれない
ボストンサチコテリアさんからもらったお土産のお礼動画作りたいのだがだるくて動けない
明日にしようかな
只今16時38分
なんだろう・・なんか全然力が入らない 一日中眠い感じ
以前母親が病院から退院した直後 ずっと寝ていた 朝も昼も夜も たまに起きてトイレに行く
ご飯も食べなかったんじゃないかな 数日そんな状態が続いてものすごく心配になった
でも、その後ケロッと起きてご飯食べたり好きなテレビ見たりいつものように戻ったので安心した
来てみたらものすごく疲れて眠くて仕方なかったって言ってた 病院のベッドじゃ慣れてないから深く眠れなかったんだね 帰宅して落ち着いて安心したからぐっすり寝ていたんだ
あの時の母の疲れのような感じになっているのかもしれない
そこまでつかれるほど動いたとも思えないのだけど そういえば左足のふくらはぎがいたかった
筋肉痛の痛さというよりは足がつったときのような痛みを弱くしたようなものだった
今お風呂入れてる 体温めてリラックスすれば元気になるかもね
先ほどみきちゃんから電話かかってきた 疲れが抜けてなくてぼーっとパソコンの前にすわってぼんやりしてた びっくり 嬉しかった 久しぶりだ 彼女がアルファエックス初めて見れた日 実際にご対面した 焼肉行きたかったけど開いてなくて僕がよくいく日高屋に行った 焼肉屋は自分一人では行こうと思わない 自分には行く価値がないと思っているからだ それでもたまには食べてみたい気持ちはある 自分一人ではなくだれか連れがいたらその人の為にという口実が作れるから気持ち的にも行こうってなる この日焼肉屋は時間が早くてお店開いてなかった
日高屋の焼肉定食も美味しいんだけどね
あの日のみきちゃんは黒縁のメガネと金色の輝きがパールを包んでいるネイルを付けていた それが印象的だった
彼女からの電話一本で気持ちが上がり疲れが飛んだ
さらに僕のポンコツ日記読んでくれていると教えてくれた
めっちゃ恥ずかしいんだけど嬉しい
今日の絵
November 23, 2025 – The Light Beneath the Clouds
The morning of November 23rd began with a sky covered in thick, heavy clouds. Nao leaned against the train window as the local line rolled quietly through the countryside. The glass was cool against his cheek, and the world outside looked like it was wrapped in soft gray cotton.
He wasn’t heading anywhere special—just riding until something in the scenery called out to him. With his camera hanging at his side, he felt ready to capture whatever the day wanted to show him.
When the train slowed down at an old rural station, Nao stepped out. The nameplate read Mizukawa Station, a place he had never visited. The platform was empty, the kind of quiet that felt like a held breath. Somewhere beyond the tracks, a crow cawed, its voice echoing into the mist.
Nao took a few steps and noticed a small wooden path leading away from the station. Curiosity tugged at him. He followed it, listening to the soft crunch of gravel beneath his shoes.
The path opened into a wide lakeside clearing. Shinjiko’s surface was dark and still, almost mirror-like. Looking across the water, Nao saw a tiny fishing boat drifting slowly, rowed by an elderly man in a blue coat. The man didn’t seem surprised to see a stranger. Instead, he lifted a hand and gave a gentle wave.
Nao waved back, lifting his camera instinctively. The moment felt timeless. But before he could press the shutter, the old man called out from the boat:
“Don’t photograph the lake now. Wait until it shows you its light.”
Nao blinked. Shows its light? He lowered the camera, unsure of what that meant.
For several minutes, nothing changed. The clouds stayed thick, the air stayed cold, and the lake remained a dark sheet of glass. Nao began to wonder if the man was simply teasing him.
Then, slowly, something shifted. A thin ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds—just one narrow beam. It touched the center of the lake like a fingertip of gold.
The water responded. Ripples began to glow softly, as though the lake itself had taken a breath of light. The boat, the oars, even the air around them shimmered for a moment. It was delicate, silent, and breathtaking.
Nao lifted his camera again. This time, the shutter clicked without hesitation.
The old man in the boat smiled.
“See? The lake chooses when it wants to be remembered.”
Nao laughed quietly. “Thank you,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if the man could hear him.
The clouds slowly drifted back together, covering the sun again. The golden ripples faded, leaving the lake dark once more—as if nothing had happened.
When Nao turned around to head back to the station, he paused. He realized he had no idea who the old man was… and when he looked back toward the lake, the boat was nowhere to be seen. Not drifting. Not rowing. Just gone.
Nao held his camera close and smiled softly. Some moments, he thought, aren’t just scenery. They’re messages.
As he boarded the next train and the doors closed, he whispered:
“I’ll remember this one.”
Outside the window, the lake glimmered faintly beneath the clouds, as if agreeing.