There was almost no one else walking through the dark midnight streets. I felt like a small fragment of his passion—his flame—had transferred to me, and was quietly glowing inside. As the night breeze passed through my body, it felt cool and comforting.
During the moments I found challenging, thoughts arose that I was told were my true, suppressed consciousness. Accepting those thoughts made me feel lighter again, and now I feel more optimistic.
I took deep breath. I do nothing special. I just stare the sight without thinking. That was good. That was right.
This wind／this world／by my body／by 5 senses ／I can feel ／Ah／I am alive／how amazing that I am alive
But I realized then—when someone is deeply moved, they can’t always respond with proper words. It wasn’t “Come visit again,” but “Come home again.”