When I get up in the morning., the first thing I do is to open the window. The window of my apartment faces the Tamagawa Josui, which is the man-made waterway running from Hamura to Shinjuku. Along Tamagawa Josui runs the road called "Green Walking Road."
It was such a lovely Sunday today. Many people were walking, jogging or running along the Tamagawa Josui. Seeing them, I felt my heart filled with joy of living. In the afternoon I visited my daughter and took her five year-old daughter for a walk. I like walking with her, for she loves wild flowers and she is sensitive to the change of nature.
She was delighted to find "vapor trail, hikouki-gumo" in the beautiful blue sky. She shouted for joy when she found a yellow dandelion in the bush. We saw Japanese apricots, Ume, in full bloom, too. They were pink. Yes, very beautiful. We were very happy to find little flowers whose names we did not know.
I was happiest when I found those daffodils which perhaps W. Wordsworth had seen when he wrote the poem. Today I walked 10112 steps with a stick in my hand and a fixing band on my left foot.
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
It was such a lovely Sunday today. Many people were walking, jogging or running along the Tamagawa Josui. Seeing them, I felt my heart filled with joy of living. In the afternoon I visited my daughter and took her five year-old daughter for a walk. I like walking with her, for she loves wild flowers and she is sensitive to the change of nature.
She was delighted to find "vapor trail, hikouki-gumo" in the beautiful blue sky. She shouted for joy when she found a yellow dandelion in the bush. We saw Japanese apricots, Ume, in full bloom, too. They were pink. Yes, very beautiful. We were very happy to find little flowers whose names we did not know.
I was happiest when I found those daffodils which perhaps W. Wordsworth had seen when he wrote the poem. Today I walked 10112 steps with a stick in my hand and a fixing band on my left foot.
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.