令和7年12月19日（金）
午前3時起床 ずっと起きてる 英語の勉強を少しやってこのページ作る
今日は横浜まで行って ロイヤルエクスプレスの配信をする予定
8時28分 準備完了 9時過ぎに家を出る 良いお天気だ
でも明日からお天気悪くなるみたい
今日の帰りpudeに行って商品受け取ること忘れずに
Don’t forget to pick up the package containing the two arms from Pude in Unix Ina town.
横浜駅行ってきた 配信何とか無事終える いつもお世話になっているポケラビさん登場
もうびっくり お昼一緒に食べる ビール付定食頼む いつもお世話になっているから僕がおごるつもりがごちそうしてもらった さらにお土産までもらう 嬉しかったのだけどなんかめっちゃ申し訳ない 食事済んだ後タリーズコーヒーで2次会 話が盛り上がる
15時ちょっと前に別れる 来年再会を約束
帰りの電車 上野東京ラインに乗る 混んでた でも途中で座れる
大宮でお菓子と姉の弁当を買う シャトルに乗る 地元の駅に着く直前にアマゾンの商品受け取るに気が付く 荷物多いしトイレにも行きたかったので一度帰宅 荷物を整理してトイレに行く
再び外出 17時少し前だったのでお金おろす その後アマゾンのＰＵＤＥで荷物を受け取る
意外と大きかった 一度帰宅して荷物全部おろしてよかった
帰宅 落ち着く
お礼の配信やりたいけど疲れたからこのまま休んじゃうかも
明日は5時30分起きだ お天気はどうだろう？
今日の絵
A Quiet Train Platform
Every morning, Thomas arrived at the small train station at exactly 6:42. It was a habit he had kept for years. Not because the train schedule required it, but because he liked the silence of the platform before the town woke up.
The air was cold, and a thin layer of frost covered the benches. Thomas wrapped his coat tighter around himself and looked down the tracks stretching into the distance. There was something comforting about knowing where the rails would lead, even if he didn’t know where his own life was heading.
One morning, he noticed something different. A woman was standing near the old clock tower. She held a small notebook and seemed to be writing something, then stopping, then writing again. She smiled softly, as if the station itself was speaking to her.
They began seeing each other every morning. At first, they only exchanged small nods. Then one day, she spoke.
“Do you always come this early?” she asked.
“Only when I need to think,” Thomas replied.
She laughed. “I come here to remember.”
That was how their conversations began. They talked about simple things: the sound of trains, the smell of coffee, and how time feels slower in quiet places. Thomas learned that she was a writer, collecting moments that most people walked past without noticing.
One morning, the platform was empty. The woman didn’t appear. The next day, she was gone again. Thomas felt an unexpected emptiness, as if part of the station’s silence had disappeared.
A week later, he found the notebook on the bench. Inside, there was only one sentence.
“Some meetings are short, but they stay with us longer than we expect.”
Thomas smiled. As the train arrived, he realized something important. Not all journeys are about moving forward. Some are about stopping, listening, and allowing a moment to quietly change you.