Today, I went to the post office to dispatch an item.
It was a pleasant walk with flowers everywhere.
On the way back, it got hot when I was walking and I took off my fleece.

Then I got home, opened the front door and Suddenly, I looked at my left wrist and couldn’t find my prayer beads, which I always wear.
These prayer beads were given to me by a climber I met when I climbed Mt Mimata in Kujyu a long time ago. I like it and wear it often.

Maybe I dropped it when I took off his fleece!
With this in mind, I walked along the path to the post office once more.

The raspberry flowers were in bloom, so I had to part into the grass and take some photos, so I thought they might have fallen through the grass. When I re-entered the grass, I heard the snorting of a wild boar eating bamboo shoots. I was afraid of being attacked, but thought I might find some beads. I searched everywhere but could not find it.
I think I took off my fleece around where the violets were blooming. So I went there, but it’s not there either.
Maybe I dropped it in the canal where I took the photo of the rape blossoms.
In the end I couldn’t find it until I reached home.
I decided to have a cup of coffee to calm down for once. I reached out to hold the handle of the pot and…

There was it… The beads, … I saw it by the pot.

I had not taken it in the first place. It was a day when I wondered what I was doing.