令和８年2月25日（水）
朝4時起床寝覚めが悪く少し不快感が残る 眠いけど眠れないようなそんな感じ
少し寒いな エアコン付ける pcつけてコーヒー淹れる
コーヒー飲みながら今日の計画を立てる ちょっと忙しい でも行動しよう
英語の勉強をする 今日はあまりできない 今やり終えた後は今日はもうできないかも
でも最近英語がよく理解できる 理解できると楽しい
真岡鐵道の応援歌の動画ショート動画だけではなくフルサイズの動画も作りたい
今日配信終わったら制作に取り掛かるか
今日の絵
A Small Blue Door
On his way home from school, Leo noticed something strange.
Between a bakery and a flower shop—places he had passed a hundred times before—there was a small blue door. It was no taller than his desk at home. Yesterday, it hadn’t been there.
Leo stopped. He looked left. He looked right. No one else seemed to notice it.
“That’s new,” he whispered.
The door had a tiny silver handle and a note taped to it.
For the one who feels a little lost today.
Leo blinked. That was exactly how he felt. He had failed a math test that morning. His best friend had been absent. The whole day felt heavy.
He knelt down and carefully turned the handle.
The door opened.
Warm golden light poured out, and suddenly Leo wasn’t on the street anymore.
He was standing in a wide green field under a soft orange sky. Fireflies floated around him like tiny stars.
In the distance, he saw a small fox sitting on a rock.
“You found the door,” the fox said calmly.
Leo wasn’t even surprised that the fox could talk.
“What is this place?” he asked.
“A place for people who forget something important,” the fox replied.
“What did I forget?”
The fox jumped down from the rock and walked closer.
“You forgot that one bad day doesn’t decide who you are.”
Leo felt his shoulders relax.
“But I failed.”
“You learned,” said the fox. “That is different.”
The fireflies began to glow brighter. One of them landed softly on Leo’s hand. It felt warm, like quiet encouragement.
“When you’re ready,” the fox said gently, “the door will be there again.”
The field slowly faded.
Leo found himself back on the sidewalk. The small blue door was gone.
But something felt lighter.
The bakery smelled sweeter. The sky looked wider. Even his math test didn’t seem so heavy anymore.
Leo took a deep breath and started walking home.
Tomorrow, he would try again.
And somehow, he knew—if he ever truly needed it—the small blue door would return.