No. 215 Lurking at the Fishing Spot

I don’t have a fishing rod. My name is Megumi. Today, I wandered around the fishing spot. The sound of fish splashing, the shadows of people casting their lines. The anglers are silent, but they seem to be enjoying themselves in their own way. I slip quietly past them. I don’t ask, “Are you catching anything?” If asked, I’d answer, “I’m just watching.” That’s my style here. Was walking aimlessly always this liberating? I borrow a little bit of someone else’s time to soak in the atmosphere. I’m not a suspicious person—just a curious walker. Megumi’s “Fishing Spot Stroll”—it’s pretty carefree, isn’t it? Now, where should I go next? 'sWalk