修那羅の森には、名もなき石仏たちがひっそりと並ぶ。大きな観光地も、名高い特産もないこの村で、苔むした小さな仏さまたちはやさしくほほえむ。子を抱く姿、けむるような木もれ日。派手ではない、けれど確かにそこにある小さなしあわせ。それを一つずつ数えていくことが、この村での暮らしなのかもしれない。
English
In the woods of Shonara, nameless stone Buddhas stand quietly among the trees. This village has no great sights and no celebrated local delicacy — and yet, moss-grown and worn soft by the years, these little figures wear the gentlest of smiles. One cradles a child to its chest; overhead, light falls hazy and dappled through the leaves. Nothing here is grand or showy, and still the small happinesses are everywhere, quietly certain of their place. Perhaps that is simply what life in this village is: to notice them one by one, and to count them, a single quiet moment at a time.
