Gently, all alone, I close my eyes.

The flood of memories from a passing past. An innocent smile bouncing on the tatami floor.

Chasing the Temari ball, a song like ringing bells dances in the air. Faint sunlight filtering through the shoji screen.

An early summer breeze rustling the green leaves. So many seasons have come and gone.

Even if I open the sliding door, the wind that leads back to that day will never blow again.