At that time, I just passed by.

There are times when a place visited on a trip does not feel particularly special at that moment.

I took a picture.

I walked a little bit.

I saw the scenery.

I ate rice.

There are also places where it ends with that much.

However, there are places that I strangely remember later on.

There wasn't any major incident that happened.

There was no strong feeling of excitement.

Even so, for some reason, it keeps coming to mind repeatedly.

Memories of a place come later.

The impression of a place may not be fully understood at that moment.

At that time, I might have been tired and just moving around.

It might have been because the weather was bad, and I just wanted to return to my lodging early.

But, as time passes, I notice that a different feeling remains.

The way roads curve.

The color of the sky.

The smell of a train station.

The feeling of stepping on stone steps.

Such small details can quietly have an effect later on.

Do not translate immediately.

That place is related to a past life.

I was being called there.

It was a sacred place.

You might feel like saying that sometimes.

However, I don't think it is necessary to go that far from the beginning.

First, let's see what remains.

Which scenery do you recall?

What kind of physical sensations remain?

Do you want to go again, or do you no longer want to go?

It is sufficient to see it from those specific points.

A place where its effects quietly manifest.

In Wayanata, location is also an important part of the record.

Dream places, actual travel destinations, and everyday routes can all acquire meaning later on.

The memory of a place does not necessarily need to be immediately translated into a large explanation.

As something that works quietly, let's leave it for a while.

When there is that blank space, a travel record becomes more than just a record of movement.