令和８年月６月20日（土）
朝5時起床 あまり眠れなかった 昨日に続いてブログのアーカイブを作成
もうこれは削除できないよね 小さな僕の歴史だけどここまで手をかけたし前のブログ復活したから残しておきたい
今日偶然にもメール見たらここのレンタルサーバーの更新があった ３年間で3万9千円
月額1000円 高いかどうかわからないけどまあ快適 レンタルサーバーはCMはいらないから楽だよね
左手まだ力が入らないけどタイプはよくできるようになってきた どちらかというと右手の方がタイプミスする回数多い
前日アマゾンで血圧計買った 旅行にもってくためのものだ 3900円也 やすい
血圧毎日図っている 今朝は少し高かったが全体的に安定している
The Last Train of Summer
The station was quiet.
An old clock ticked above the platform. The evening sun painted the rails gold, and a warm wind carried the smell of grass from the nearby fields.
Ken sat on a wooden bench and watched the empty track.
“The last train will arrive soon,” said the station master.
Ken nodded. He had visited this small station many times when he was a child. Back then, trains came and went every hour. Travelers filled the platform with laughter and conversation.
But things had changed.
The railway line was closing forever tonight.
As the sky slowly turned orange, a distant horn echoed across the fields.
“Here it comes,” whispered the station master.
The train appeared around the curve, shining in the sunset.
It stopped gently beside the platform.
The doors opened.
For a moment, Ken thought he saw familiar faces inside.
His grandfather, smiling from a window. His childhood friends, waving from their seats. Even his younger self, holding a toy train.
He blinked.
The train was empty.
Only the fading sunlight remained.
The station master smiled.
“Sometimes,” he said, “places remember people.”
The train departed slowly.
Its lights grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the evening.
Silence returned to the station.
Ken stood up and looked at the track one last time.
The railway was ending, but the memories were not.
Some journeys never truly leave us.
Vocabulary
- platform = ホーム
- rail = レール
- depart = 出発する
- fade = 徐々に消える
- memory = 思い出
- journey = 旅、人生の道のり