December, 2009
The whitey tangerine sun light is beaming toward me. Can my brain be activated or vitalized as an advertisement in the tram station suggests? Or is it possible only for younger brains?
I'm taking a three-hour paid leave, and taking a train for Hineno in the warm sunny afternoon. Passengers are scattered in the seats here and there on the train. The sun dipping westward gives us soft warm beams. A beam shoots an old woman's cheek. Another beam puts a spotlight on my PC.
It is very important to determine how we see the world, as “what you measure is what you get.”
Today has today's burden. The morning has the morning burden, while the afternoon has its own. Why should I worry about the burdens a couple of hours away?
The second day of the exam week is cloudy. Some of the patterned leaves have started falling. No wonder the season is called fall. Although my brains has kept being cloddish, that has given it some break.
When we talk about English literacy or English proficiency, we are talking about industrial one and academic one. In other words, we have Industrial English Literacy and Academic English Literacy. The former has 10-year span of outlook; the latter 5-year.
The day after health check. Barium has become troublesome in my fifties. When I take it, I feel choked. Later, I feel it moving along my intestines.
The non-productive day has passed, annoyed with the barium. When I die, I may die with barium.
It's a cold morning with the bright golden sun shine beaming into every Eastward leaf. I'm sitting Eastward on the tram with the backlighted Winter clouds in my sight. The directions and seasons sound proper nouns this morning.
The orange colors are vaporing in the east, having autumn-colored trees more colored.
Or: The orange colors are vaporing in the east, with the autumn-colored trees more colored.
Either way, the season is making its way into the next version, winter.
I sat westward in this morning's tram, ans had seen a beautiful dream before the
Warm orange colors are rising up in the brownly-shed tree leaves. They are the reflection of the huge candle light one astronomic unit away.
Rain drops. The autumn leaves drop as it drops.
After the day, when I am taking a tram, the darkness is pressing to the windows, with some cold air passing through the cracks.
Autumnly shining leaves have fallen with their trees prepared for the coming winter. Yet, even the winterly gray clouds have their shining sides. The high rises in the morning aureole have even brighter windows reflecting the sunshine.
20 years have passed, canopied with today's winter rainy heaven, whose brighter center is surrounded with the darker blueish lower sky.
The time it was.....
The time has come to retreat: retreat from this, and retreat from that; while others are still hoping me to advance.
The first day of the 21st year is a fairly cold day. Long ago,it must be...
Yes, it has been so cold today. It's almost freezing. Once, it even snowed a little. Can I keep on working hard even tomorrow?
Such a cold morning is it! It's almost mid winter. Wintry grayish sky has almost reached the heaven with the tiny top brightly lit by the morning sun from their reverse. As I run northward on the morning train, it has become brighter and east mountains have revealed their ridge lines. It is a morning.
Another freezing day with bitterly cold winds.
Another windy day.
The heaven looked densely crowded with wintry grayish clouds without any open which lets sun shine come through. As I walked to the station, I found the north heaven open with several groups of shining clouds, shining whitely and orangely with the morning sun light. In Ten'noji, another building was revealing itself, with or without hope for its prosperity.
The bloody red rowan tree is dimly lit by the sun light through bony withered trees.
A foggy morning with the mountain ash tree dimly giving off its own light. When can I get at peace and bright?
Just about an hour's drive brought us into the parking which we had planned to park our car. We got off the car, and walked for a while toward the station to find a rental properties agent, which was not the one we had planned to visit though. We didn't care, but called by into the office.
A young male salesclerk, who was making a phone call, recognized us and passed his recognition onto another middle-aged female clerk. She welcomed us with a cup of hot roasted tea, and our quest for lodgings started.
A cloudy morning with some rain earlier at the dawn. On my way to school on a tram, the dawn finally broke, and the sun brought some light onto the world.
A very windy day. The last day of the year 2009, or the last day of the first 9 years of the 21st century, is a very cold windy day.
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