The Crescent Moon

Today was extraordinarily busy. Meetings that never let up from the morning. Photo shoots for a calendar, a magazine, a poster. Producing a cover design for a monthly magazine. Preparations for a demonstration. Anything I could have put off till tomorrow would have been fine, but as it happened, nothing but matters that time would not wait for had all piled up at once.

When I suddenly came to, the crescent moon was shining brilliantly in the window of the hushed, silent office. Come to think of it, I hadn’t put a thing in my mouth since morning. I straddled my beloved motorbike and set off for the ramen shop… A satisfied stomach, a refreshing breeze, and, looking up, that crescent moon smiling as gently as ever.

The busyness that had made me lose my heart turned into a small happiness. What kind of day will tomorrow be…?