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週末の道の駅たるみず。誰もが自分の日常に忙しく、駐車場の端に広がる景色に気づいていなかった。岩場の先には海、その向こうに雄大な桜島。そこにただ一人、波打ち際の岩に立つ釣り人がいた。壮大な風景の中で小さな彼は、釣り竿でそっと自然を撫で、自然が与えてくれるものを静かに待っているようだった。
A weekend at Michi-no-eki Tarumizu. Everyone was caught up in their own day, and no one noticed the view at the edge of the parking lot. Beyond the rocky shore lay the ocean, and beyond it, the giant Sakurajima. One man stood alone on a rock where the sea meets the shore. So small in that vast scene, he seemed to be gently caressing nature with his fishing rod, waiting for whatever it would give him.
週末の道の駅たるみず。誰もが自分の日常に忙しく、駐車場の端に広がる景色に気づいていなかった。岩場の先には海、その向こうに雄大な桜島。そこにただ一人、波打ち際の岩に立つ釣り人がいた。壮大な風景の中で小さな彼は、釣り竿でそっと自然を撫で、自然が与えてくれるものを静かに待っているようだった。
A weekend at Michi-no-eki Tarumizu. Everyone was caught up in their own day, and no one noticed the view at the edge of the parking lot. Beyond the rocky shore lay the ocean, and beyond it, the giant Sakurajima. One man stood alone on a rock where the sea meets the shore. So small in that vast scene, he seemed to be gently caressing nature with his fishing rod, waiting for whatever it would give him.