Tsugumi grabbed her yoga mat and went to Zaimokuza beach. Even in August, there are still no beachgoers early in the morning, and the only people there are surfers who are trying to swim outside of swimming hours and people walking their dogs. As usual, when I stood on my mat, I chanted a mantra as I looked towards the distant island of Oshima, and then slowly moved from sun salutations to standing and sitting positions. I woke up from a deep sleep and went into a state of wakefulness while heading to the beach, and now by doing asanas (yoga poses) She has entered a state of meditation. Deep, dreamless sleep is said to be the supreme state in the Upanishads, but meditation is a state that surpasses it by keeping the mind and subconscious memory inactive while keeping the conscious mind active, so it confronts the atman (true self). It can be done. After completing a set of asanas, Tsugumi's routine is to meditate on the mat. Place her right foot on top of her left thigh, then place her left foot on top of her right thigh. Her hands are interlaced so that the tips of her thumbs are lightly touching. Instead of closing her eyes completely, she keep her eyes half-closed and let her breathe. Meditation reaches its climax.
"What's this? It's not a photo!"
When she finished her morning yoga and took off her mat, a regular-sized photo was half buried in the sand, the face sticking out, although she didn't notice it when she arrived. She is so damaged that it's hard to tell what's in the photo, but it appears to be a commemorative photo with the family lined up. The background is a small station in the countryside, and although the signboard cannot be seen clearly, it can be read as Yamashita Station. “Which Yamashita station is this?”
She also thought that throwing it away on the beach would probably get hit by a drumstick, so she put it in the basket that she had put towels and water in.
When she looked back at the photos at home, she noticed things that were not reflected under the sun on the beach. A restaurant with a curtain hanging next to the station. A steel tower on the mountain. This was enough information to narrow down the location of Yamashita Station. When Tsugumi opens Google on her desktop PC, she sees images that show hits for "Yamashita Station."
``Since I brought it home, I think I have to return it to its owner anyway, but I wonder how many there are in Miyagi, Tokyo, Hyogo, Nara, Osaka...Anyway, the car in this photo is no longer visible. It doesn't look like it's there.If the color is not only faded, but the photo was taken from an older time, it's likely that the station building has been rebuilt as well.''
Tsugumi sensed that this search would not be easy, so she lay down on the bed next to her desk and took a deep breath.
"It's not easy to find out where a photo was taken. Oh, wait... Just because I did a Google image search doesn't mean there aren't other people doing the same!"
Thinking so, Tsugumi took as many beautiful photos of her as possible with her smartphone and uploaded them to her own SNS.
She said, ``I found this photo on the beach. If you have any ideas, please reply!''
She immediately posted a comment on Pinterest.
“I can’t believe you uploaded such a private photo without permission!”
She certainly was. She regretted that she had acted on a sudden thought.
After a while, she received a reply on Twitter saying, ``This station is Yamashita Station, which is in the town next to ours, but I don't know this person.The station building is also quite old.''
They thought she was looking for someone. That's okay though. There's nothing wrong with that. But where is the next town?
When Tsugumi replied to that comment, she replied, ``I can't tell you the name of the town, but I think there's only one Yamashita station in Miyagi Prefecture.''
Yay, this is definitely it.
She thought that she should just send Tsugumi by mail to the station, but now that things are like this, she feels like going there.
I think I'll go on the Joban Line if I have some free time.
Tsugumi placed the photo on the bedside table and dozed off.
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A one-car train runs through a field of rape blossoms. It has a shiny brown body and each window frame is painted thick white, giving it a somewhat Scandinavian feel. As we approached a bridge over a small stream, we heard a whistle that was too loud for the size of the vehicle. The vehicle slowly moved forward and eventually disappeared into the rape blossoms. A light breeze causes the rapeseed flowers to wave gently, like the waves of early spring, creating waves that add a dynamic element to the scenery. The familiar cry of a skylark also adds a beautiful effect to the scenery. I can't tell if the scenery is real or a video. The wind certainly didn't caress my cheeks, nor did it carry the scent of rape blossoms. I'm sure he's watching the video. However, it does not have a frame, which is the fate of monitors and screens. I'm confused and want to bring my hand in front of me, but I can't. As I did so, the yellow field of rape blossoms gradually lost its color, and eventually turned completely black. But after a while, I realized that the black was not pure black, but rather a bit gray, and when I paid closer attention, I noticed that it was filled with small white particles. It looks like an image taken by the James Webb Space Telescope that I saw online some time ago, but it has now become clear that the white particles are not stars, but rather elementary particles that cannot be seen with the naked eye. What does it mean to watch that? Have I already died and gone to some other dimension? That's sad, very sad, I don't want to die yet...
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The strong morning sun penetrated through the gap in the blackout curtains that hadn't been closed and illuminated Tsugumi's toned thighs that were exposed through her shorts, and the heat woke her up. Well, he's not dead... Even though I was half-asleep, I was relieved that what had just happened was a dream.
"Tsugumi-sensei, that pose is so difficult that I can't do it easily!"
``Azusa-chan, it's time to call it asana instead of pose.Yoga is not about stretching.You feel the prana from the earth, feel the elementary particles, feel the universe, and know providence.The prana you feel is transferred to your body. Passing the electricity upward is like energizing elementary particles.After much trial and error, we came up with that acrobatic movement.Start with the feeling before the shape.''
“I understand…Ahtatata…”
Every morning, on my mat at Zaimokuza Beach, she comes face to face with a creation called the "sea," which can be said to be a kind of foreign object in the universe. The ocean is an essential item on Earth, which can be called a biotope surrounded by the atmosphere. A metronome of waves that come and go, a routine work of the tides... She's been feeling the prana here, but this morning it's different from usual. she started to feel like that dream was one in which the ocean in front of me showed its true form, transcending dimensions. Although humans cannot walk on the ocean, elementary particles carry electricity and connect the entire earth.
``That photo wasn't a lost item, but something that was washed ashore during a disaster. No, it's just a physical phenomenon. It must have sent a message to him. According to the Upanishads, dreams are a state in which the consciousness turns inward. Dreaming of scenery that you have never thought of means that that photo moves my heart. It means there's something going on there. I just have to go there as soon as possible."
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