Morning in a Fishing Village
Noserumi
Good morning.
Just when it seemed like spring was starting to arrive, it's going to get much colder in Fukuoka from today.
Winter seems to start and end late this year.
Over the past few months in particular, I have been spending most of the month visiting fishing villages.
Mornings begin early in the fishing village.
When people are still in a dream, hot or cold, they begin their respective business.
The bell rang from the faint glow in the darkness, completely changing the silence that had been there until then.
There are so many options for food, career choices, and hobbies.
In this modern age, it feels like you can live without meeting people or breaking a sweat.
An era where people feel they can live freely and as they please.
But their livelihoods are supported by the sweat and labor of invisible people.
You can see everything in the world the way you want to, but
The real situation is overwhelming work.
A moment of breathtaking beauty where man-made and nature come together.
I wonder how many times I will be able to notice that moment from now on.
I don't want that moment of standing up to disappear from this world.
I want to be able to hold my head up high simply because I find it sacred.
Have a beautiful day today.
Noserumi
