教室という空間
木の床に △や▱の模様
ワクワクする
チョークで落書きをすると 見事に指が石膏まみれ
懐かしいにおいに 息が少しつまりそうだった
Happened to find myself in the little world named "classroom."
The afternoon sunlight was creating geometric shapes like △ and ▱.
Doodled a rabbit on the blackboard with a white chalk, which made both of my thumb and index finger all white, leaving the weird smell which I liked as a kid
Became a bit nostalgic, almost felt crying