午後５時。
だいぶ日が短くなった。
小学生の頃、友達の表情や体の輪郭がだんだんなくなっていって、声だけがどこからともなく聞こえてきて、投げるボールの色や形が消えていくこの時間がとても好きだった。
姿が見えないから、彼らが言うくだらない冗談がいつもの何倍にもなって小学生の俺の腹筋を痛めつけた。
まだ帰らなくて良い時間なのに、こんなに暗くって、いつも昼間見てる景色とは別モノになってく町の姿が好きだったし、友達や自分すらも別モノになった気分だった。
いつしか大人になって、この時間は夕食の事を考えたり、落ち込んでる自分を慰める時間になった。
5:00PM.
The sun shortened.
Friend’s expression and the outline of the body were gradually lost, only the voice was heard without the stern where, and I liked this time that the color and the shape of the ball thrown out go out very much in old times.
The trifling that they said became the usual times how many because it did not see the appearance and my of grade-schooler stomach muscles were beaten up.
It was such dark, and it liked appearance of the town that became a different thing, and the scenery always seen in daytime was feelings that even the friend and I become different things though it was time that you may not return yet.
It grew up some day, and this time became time to comfort the thing of the supper and me who got depressed.