It was Spring
There was a nice clear sky.
And there was also the spring wind that came in shy by the window, bringing with it a sweet smell .
Some papers fell scattered on the ground.
Someone, a man picked them up.
He stroked the edges of the desk.
The profile of the window.
The warm and cool colors of pastels and the gouaches scattered among the various drafts of the drawings.
He took a pencil and traced some lines.
One after the other, a little shaky, always excited to create his ideas.
His latest work.
A cherry petal fluttered on the sheet.
He took it between his fingers, he looked up and smiled, thanking the invisible presence that accompanied him so much.
It was Spring.
The swallows flew and fluttered, chasing invisible bugs.
The afternoon sun stretched between the profiles of the houses.
Tapping with its rays a small pot of water and its lone twig of cherry blossom.
The papers had been scattered, colors and stacked some sketches thrown in bulk.
Through the open window he could see the clouds pass and hear his footsteps away.
The constant ticking of the clock accompanied his thoughts.
From the street a young nation as old as he looked toward that house.
There are no goodbyes when you know that there will be a return.
And this, Japan knew it, always.
Because it was Spring
Hi guys !
Here's the history of Japan and Hayao Miyazaki.
Knowing that " The wind Rises ( Kaze tachinu ) " would have been his last job, I thought about how Japan would have been able to say goodbye, with the return of spring and a twig of cherry blossom.
A warm greeting and see you soon ,
Sachi93 .