光希まさとの徒然草「徒然草 現代篇 －白き翼の季節」１２１

光希まさとの創造の世界へようこそ！

つれづれなるままに、硯にむかひて、心に移りゆくよしなし事を、そこはかとなく書きつくれば、あやしうこそものぐるほしけれ。

厳寒の北の大地は、氷点下二十度を下回る日々となりぬ。帰郷せし人々、異国より戻る旅人たちは、この寒さに身を震わすことであろう。

我が身は、新年早々、AIアートの創作に没頭し、新たなる職場への準備に追われ、いつしか三が日は過ぎゆきぬ。時の流れは矢の如く、昨年より一層の速さを増して過ぎゆくように感じらるるなり。

されど、この徒然なる日記こそが、我が活きし証となりて、心に刻まれんことを願うものなり。この寒き季節にふさわしく、純白の天使たちを描きては、心の温もりを見出だすことともなりぬ。

天使の白き翼は、まるで厳冬の雪の結晶の如く、神秘的な輝きを放ちつつ、見る者の心を癒すものなり。その姿に我が心も安らぎを覚ゆるなり。

つれづれなるままに　光希まさと

Essays in Idleness – Modern Chapter “Season of White Wings”

As I sit here with my inkstone, letting my brush flow freely with whatever thoughts pass through my mind, how curious it all seems.

The northern land now faces temperatures below minus twenty degrees, a truly severe winter. Those returning from their hometowns and travelers coming back from foreign lands must surely shiver in this bitter cold.

As for myself, I have been immersed in creating AI art since the New Year began, and occupied with preparations for my new full-time position. Before I knew it, the first three days of the year had passed. Time seems to flow like an arrow, moving even faster than last year.

Yet these idle writings shall remain as testament to my life lived, and I pray they shall be etched in my heart. Befitting this cold season, I find myself drawing pure white angels, discovering warmth in my heart through their creation.

The angels’ white wings, like crystalline winter snow, emit a mysterious radiance that soothes the hearts of those who behold them. In their presence, my own heart finds peace.

Written in idle moments, Masato Koki