ダニエルの冒険

The subject of this entry refers to Japan’s most well-known haiku. It’s the last line and simply means “the sound of water”. The objective of a haiku is to present a prose photograph of an instance in time. I guess you could call this post a haiku, focusing on sound. I’m writing this on my iPod from a small park about 100m from the school. It’s sunny and a comfortably warm temperature. I can hear unfamiliar bird calls in the trees ahead of me and a school plays that “ding dong denny” tune, the one that often marks midday on public clocks in Ireland. I can also hear washing flap on a clothes line and in the distance a politician’s van is campaigning with its loudspeakers. A train coming into the station nearby just blew its horn and the washing flaps more and the trees rustle more as the breeze picks up. I can faintly hear hammers tap and diggers clank at the construction site near the station, and two little boys with their mother make sounds of empty plastic containers hitting the ground. Maybe they’re making sand-castles. A helicopter floats through the cloudless sky, and a car engine drifts passes by. A car horn blows from Densha Douri. An ambulance follows. The school rings again.