It rained all day. According to the weather forecast, it would continue to rain until the night.
However, I had decided to go to a museum a little distance from home that day, so I got myself ready and went outside anyway.
The moment my body came into contact with the cold, damp outside air, I lost the desire to go to the museum.
Having taken the time to do my makeup, I decided to go window shopping, so I got on the train and headed to a nearby shopping mall.
After looking around a few variety shops, I realized I was terribly tired.
The thought of going home took over my brain, but I didn’t have the energy to go home right away, so I stopped by a café for a short rest.
Outside the window, it was raining incessantly.
Although I was resting my mind and legs in the café with calm music playing, the physical languor that had attacked me earlier never seemed to recover.
The only thing that came to my mind was myself lying on my bed at home.
The bed felt as far away as a dream. I wished I could move there right away.
While I was thinking about that, it was getting dark.
It was almost time to think about dinner, but nothing in particular came to mind that I wanted to eat.
I wanted to lay down and go to sleep anyway.
There was nothing I could do about spending time in the café, so I rose to leave using the little strength I still had left.
When I got home, I slipped into bed, which I had been craving, without even thinking about dinner.
The sound of rain weakened. When I checked the time, it was past even 11pm.
I took to heart one lesson to live with myself and not let that day be a waste.
“Don’t force yourself to go out in the rain.”
