（緑したたる池のほとりで憩う母と子の頭上を涼やかな風が吹き
わたる。山すそに訪れる至福の瞬間、２度とは来ない夏の昼さがりの
ひととき）

＊ いこふ：憩う


Everyone seems to try to shun away from a scorcing summer
but to me this is a  season when the heat of nature's life comes
to its acme. It gives me unfathomable energy and mental bliss.
I love summer with its violent and vehement will to impose on me
its uncontrorable passion, but very often I feel a declining sign
even in the midst of it. Singing cicadas are telling us that it wouldn't
last long, a fierce sunshine already smells of the coming new season.
Summer at its peak tells me life is short. Indeed It is. Soon I'd
find the cast-off shells of cicadas here and there. Then summer
would rush to its end to be replaced by calmer but fertile autumn.

Thus I always feel sorrow or a sense of loss in the middle of
summer. I call out loud "Please do not go, stay with me a little
longer!"