see you next week

I'm going home tomorrow-- to Niigata City.
I'll leave my apartment early in the morning.

Nobody lives in my house in Niigata.
It is an old wooden house.
It is one of my greatest treasures, though.
I have many precious memories of my family there.

I'll open all the windows to let fresh air into the rooms.
I'll sit in the rocking chair and think of my past days.

I'll have a good time.

See you next week, dear friends.

(blue skies on my way to the community center)


( yesterday's harmonica-volunteering )