#85 Giovanni James, PM5:31, 110 Crosby Street, SOHO









Before I knew, 
the blue autumn wind strokes my cheek.
Even so the sunlight shines down whitely as the summer does.

The seasons come and go day by day. 

The thought like that comes to my mind 
with putting on long sleeves.

気がつくと、爽やかな青い秋風が頬を撫でていて。
それでもまだまだ白い日差しは夏の名残り。

そうやって季節は移ろいで行く。

久しぶりの長袖に袖を通しながら、
ふとそんな事を感じたり。

/August 2013 New York City.