Now, one of my cactus blooms its white flowers.
Although they are so tiny, it's amazingly lovely and elegant.
This is the one I bought at a gallery space in Nakano, Tokyo.
It sadly and happily reminds me of my last few years there.
Looking out from the window in my room where this cactus is hung,
it is snowing silently.
And these tiny flowers are just as white as snowflakes.
Today I miss the summer day
when I bought the cactus after a night out in my hood.