August 1: Homecoming
As the bus left the station, I stood here and took a moment to savor the atmosphere: the clear blue skies, the rustling of the trees, and the scent of grass and earth carried by the breeze. Every single one of them gave me a feeling of nostalgia as I...
August 1: My Return to Minasato
Two hours had passed since I got on this bus, yet my excitement to go back to the village still hadn't died down. Looking out the window, I couldn't help but smile at the view of green valley plains, bushy trees, and the vast sea close to the horizon;...