鎌倉犬聞録 Kamakura morning memoirs from Japan

The fog cleared once.  Dozens of days that I was still groping while I could get in.  For those who encounter in the neighborhood  "I might be a carrier, so keep the distance."  "Because you are old, don't move."  That feeling was born instantly and began to care.  What the fog brought is consideration for others.  Imagination for the uncertain.  I saw a mature order.  Check the bond with the family in the nest,  By connecting with an acquaintance by remote control  The individual priority that has fallen in recent years has diminished.  Conscious of the flock and focused on the survival of the flock.  Avoiding clusters is the flip side of maintaining the herd.  You cannot live alone in a group.  When one person stands ... the result is visible.  Mist will appear whenever conditions are met.  "Did you come again?"  The immunity of preparedness and coping skills is acquired.  The scenery memorized in the clear sky can be revived