子供の頃の淡路島の記憶。

それは大人になった今でも、ふと思い出す幸せな時間でした。

大阪から毎年数回、祖父母の住むこの家に訪れ、
汗だくになりながら必死に手伝った玉ねぎ収穫。
田んぼのあぜ道の追いかけっこや生き物探し。
夏休みの宿題やお昼寝をした縁側。
セミの声を聞きながら歩いて行く海。
父に無理やり連れて行かれた肝試し。

春は一面のたまねぎ畑と大きな鯉のぼり。
夏は地平線の向こうに見える入道雲と、天の川の星空。
秋は夕陽で赤く染まった稲穂が、風になびく音と心地よい風。
冬は浜風に乗ってトンビと一緒に高くまで上がった凧。

すべてが今も心に生きています。
懐かしくて、恋しくて。

ここは、あの頃の淡路島のまま ―――



Memories of Awaji Island

Memories of Awaji Island from my childhood—
they still return to me, even now as an adult.

Every year, we came from Osaka to visit my grandparents in this house.
I remember helping with the onion harvest, sweating under the sun.
Chasing each other along the rice field paths, searching for little creatures.
Doing summer homework and taking naps on the veranda.
Walking to the sea to the sound of cicadas.
And those nights when my father made me join the ghost hunt,
though I was too scared to go.

In spring, endless onion fields and big carp streamers in the sky.
In summer, towering clouds rising beyond the horizon and a sky full of stars.
In autumn, golden rice fields glowing in the sunset, swaying in the gentle wind.
In winter, kites soaring high with the sea breeze, alongside the black kites above.

All of it still lives in my heart—
so nostalgic, so dear.

Here, Awaji Island remains just as it was back then.