令和８年3月15日（日）
真夜中に起床 一度起きる 少し寒いので暖房つける pc立ち上げる
やなべさんからラインでレス来てたのでレス書く
その後ブログページ作る 日記全然書いてなかった 忙しかったかな
日本語入力システムをMS-IMEからGoogle日本語入力に変えた 使い勝手の向上を期待する
最近野菜食べてないな 以前は毎日食べていたのに 今後は食べるようにしないと
お使いするときも姉の分の野菜は買うけど自分の分は買わなくなってしまった
昨日iPhoneに取り付けるマグセーフのジンバル用マウントを買った これめっちゃ便利そうで今後iPhoneをジンバルに取り付けるときかなり楽になりそうだ 気になるケースも見つけた 値段が５０００円とちょっと高いけどそのうち買っちゃいそうだ iPhoneは日本では大人気だからアクセサリーもいっぱいあってアイデア商品もいっぱいあって見ているだけでも楽しい
iPhoneで動画たくさん撮っていきたい 色々な機能をしってワクワクが止まらない
次外で配信したあとに地元で試す予定
今日の絵
The Man Who Listened to the Night Trains
Every night, when the town became quiet and the streets were empty, a man named Daniel walked slowly to the old railway bridge.
The bridge was not famous. It was not beautiful either. Rust covered the metal rails, and the wooden planks made a soft creaking sound when someone stepped on them. Most people avoided it at night.
But Daniel loved this place.
He leaned on the cold railing and looked down at the dark tracks below. Far away, he could sometimes see a small white light moving slowly in the distance.
A train.
When Daniel saw that light, he always smiled.
Many years ago, Daniel had worked as a railway engineer. He knew the sound of trains better than he knew the sound of his own footsteps. To him, every train had a personality.
Some trains sounded proud and powerful. Others sounded tired after a long journey.
Daniel could even tell the difference between old trains and new ones just by listening.
“That one is an old diesel train,” he sometimes whispered to himself. “And that one… that one is a modern express.”
People in town thought Daniel was a strange man. They often saw him walking toward the bridge late at night, carrying nothing but a small flashlight.
One evening, a young boy named Leo followed him.
Leo loved trains too. He often watched videos of trains on the internet and dreamed of becoming a train driver someday.
When Leo reached the bridge, he saw Daniel standing there quietly, listening.
“Excuse me,” Leo said nervously.
Daniel turned around slowly and smiled.
“Oh! Hello there,” he said. “It’s a bit late for you to be out.”
“I followed you,” Leo admitted. “People say you come here every night to listen to trains.”
Daniel laughed softly.
“That’s true,” he said. “Trains tell stories.”
Leo tilted his head.
“Stories?”
“Yes,” Daniel said, pointing down the dark railway line. “Every train is going somewhere. Somewhere important.”
“Some people are going home. Some are leaving home. Some are starting new lives.”
He paused for a moment and listened carefully.
Far away, the faint sound of wheels rolling on rails slowly grew louder.
“Listen,” Daniel whispered.
Leo held his breath.
At first, he heard nothing.
Then—
A deep, distant rumble.
The train’s light appeared far down the track like a tiny star.
Leo’s eyes widened.
“It’s coming!” he said.
Daniel nodded.
“Yes. And listen to the rhythm.”
The sound of the train grew stronger.
Clack… clack… clack… clack…
“The rails are speaking,” Daniel said quietly.
Leo listened harder than he had ever listened before.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t just hear a train.
He heard movement. Distance. Travel. Stories.
The train rushed beneath the bridge with a powerful roar and disappeared into the darkness on the other side.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Finally Leo asked,
“Do you think one day I could drive a train like that?”
Daniel looked at the boy’s shining eyes and smiled again.
“If you keep listening carefully,” he said, “the trains will teach you everything.”
From that night on, Daniel was not the only one standing on the bridge.
Every evening, a boy appeared beside him, listening to the quiet music of the railway.
And somewhere far away, trains continued to carry thousands of unknown stories through the night.