Recently I wake up at 4:30 AM and go for a jogging.
There are very few traffic or passengers on the street in that hour of the day.
The sky is yet obscure, though I can clearly see the things around me.
I often meet with the same man coming along the street, with a broom and a dustpan.
I guess he is going for , or back from, cleaning the street. Anyway it’s nice of him.
Since when we first met, we greet each other. He gives me a full smile.
I guess he is so young as in his 20’s.
He is dressed always in the same way – somewhat traditional.
He wraps around his head fully with a broad hairband, covering all his hair under it. His shirt looks like an upper part of Kimono, and the trousers are loose between the belt and the cuffs. All the clothes are died in japanese Indigo.
I should not forget to remark his traditional sandals.
It’s a style quite familiar to us: A working wear for monks, or cooks in japanese restaurant, especially ramen shops.
I don’t see any temples nearby, but lots of ramen shops, which are open from the afternoon through the night until the early morning. So it’s more likely he wears the uniform of one of the ramen shops. Anyway I appreciate his devotion to the town. I’m looking forward to the day we meet with one of the ramen shops – or the temples.