It is an ordinary holiday. Nothing special. You water the flowers on the balcony, bake some sweets, go for a walk, and the day is over as usual. I would like to have a day like that, with nothing special and wonderful happening. I really think so.
I made sponge cake that day. It is a sweet that came to Japan from Portugal more than 400 years ago. Most of them are square, but I baked whole sponge cakes. They were so good that I shared them with my friends.
I had no plans after lunch, so I went out for a stroll. From the park with the lake to the town. That was my usual route. The town is a lot of fun to visit after walking in nature.
I relaxed in the park, watching fish and ducks. Someone was feeding the ducks. I watched them idly while eating a cookie. The birdsong was lovely.
I took a walk around town and stopped by a friend's store on my way home. They had a display of paintings, and I found a cute painting there. It was a landscape of a park with cute playground equipment, painted by a local artist.
The title of the painting was “I want to ride too.
I saw it and thought, “I want to ride it, too.
I bought it. I imagined my room with the painting.
It was raining outside. The old man who was working in the field next to the store went home. I waited for the rain to stop. I like that kind of time. I think time spent waiting for something is a luxury.
The plants on our balcony seemed pleased with the rain. Maybe I didn't need to water them in the morning. But that's okay. It was a pretty good day.
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