令和８年月６月1６日（火）
朝5時30分起床 少し肌寒く気持ちの良い朝だ
最初に英語の勉強やる なかなか覚えない 簡単なようで難しいね ぜも絶対に挫折しない
その後このページを作る 左手の調子が良くなってきた 今度は逆に右手の調子がおかしくなってきた おもしろいなぁ 左手はタイプ打てるようになってきた 右手は忘れかけてしまっているようだ
ワードプレスの仕様変化もあるのだろうけどやりずらくなったことは確かだ 左手はまだ少し使っただけで疲れる
いつものようにマック行った後
昨日映画を見に行った 大宮まで電車で行ったのは久しぶりだ 慣れてないせいか疲れた
映画全然面白くなかった 橋本愛 残念だ 夏に清水崇のホラーやるから期待したいところ
帰宅途中めっちゃ疲れた 体が震えてくるくらい震えた いつもの大宮のスーパーで姉と自分の晩御飯買う まだ電車が混む前だったので大宮で座れた 目をつぶりたかった でも眠くない 地元まで目をつぶっている 何とか帰宅 食事する 多めに食べてしまったかも 夜血圧を測る
就寝
朝、血圧を測る 下が少し高い 今日は退院して初めての外来だ ちょっと緊張する
10時30分からなので10時02分のバスで行けば丁度よいかな それとも1本前で行くか
お昼何食べようかな
只今 17時59分
今日ももうじき終わる 今日一日の終わりが近づく
電車は一本前ので行った おかげで余裕が出来た 10分の差だから遅れていたらちょっとやばかったかな 脳外科の横が整形外科 整形外科はさばくのが早い 10時20分にはならんでした
二人前なのになかなか進まない 10時45分に呼ばれた 懐かしい先生の顔 優しい人だ
次の再会は一か月後 すぐ終わった 薬を弱くしてくれた 明日から一か月この薬で生活する
数字が上がりませんように 病院終わって処方箋をもらい薬をもらい駅に到着 少し暑い
地元の駅に到着 そのままマックに行く お昼だが空いていた 2時間くらい英語の勉強する
ヤオコーに行きお買い物 野菜をたっぷり買う 今日は体調が良い 朝自室にクモが入ってきてくれたおかげだ 今も同じところにいる 蜘蛛は僕の神様だ ずっといてもらいたい
今ブラックペアン見てる 面白い
Today’s StoryJune 16, 2026
The Last Light on Platform Three
Every evening, after finishing his work, Ken walked through a small station on his way home. It was not a busy station. Only a few trains stopped there, and most passengers hurried away without looking around.
But Ken always looked toward Platform Three.
At the far end of the platform stood an old lamp. It was different from the modern lights around it. Its metal frame was weathered, and its glass was slightly cloudy with age.
Nobody seemed to care about it.
One rainy evening, Ken noticed something strange.
The lamp was glowing.
That was unusual because the station staff had told everyone years ago that the lamp no longer worked.
Curious, Ken walked closer.
Under the lamp sat an elderly man wearing a dark coat.
“Good evening,” said the man.
“Good evening,” Ken replied.
The old man smiled and looked down the empty tracks.
“I’ve been waiting for a train.”
“The last train already left,” Ken said.
The man nodded gently.
“Not that train.”
Ken did not understand, but somehow he felt no fear.
Rain tapped softly against the roof above them.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Then the old man stood up.
Far down the tracks, a faint light appeared.
No sound came with it.
No announcement echoed through the station.
Yet the light slowly approached.
The old man’s eyes shone with happiness.
“I’ve been waiting a very long time,” he whispered.
As the silent light reached the platform, the rain suddenly stopped.
The station became perfectly still.
The old man turned toward Ken.
“Thank you for noticing the lamp.”
Then he stepped forward.
The light grew brighter.
For just a moment, Ken thought he could see other people standing within it—smiling, waiting, welcoming someone home.
Then everything disappeared.
The platform was empty.
The rain began again.
The old lamp was dark.
The next day, Ken asked the station master about the lamp.
The station master became quiet.
“Many years ago,” he said, “an elderly man used to wait here every day for his wife. She never returned from a journey. People said he waited until the very end of his life.”
Ken looked toward Platform Three.
The lamp stood exactly where it always had.
Silent.
Still.
Yet somehow, whenever evening came, he felt that someone had finally caught the train they had been waiting for all those years.
Sometimes the people we miss never truly leave.
They remain in the quiet places, waiting for the moment they can finally go home.