ブルー・ホワイト・キモノの女

The rain drummed softly against the windows of the tiny café nestled in the heart of Kyoto. A soothing blend of green tea and sweet red bean filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of a koto playing in the background. Inside, Yuuki sat alone at a corner table, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns of her blue and white kimono. The fabric flowed gracefully around her, a stunning contrast against the dark wood of the table.

Yuuki had chosen this kimono for today’s outing with purpose. The colors reminded her of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs of her childhood home, and the intricate floral designs were a tribute to her grandmother, who had taught her the art of wearing kimonos. Today, she needed that comfort. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of uncertainty; she had just graduated from university and felt the weight of expectations pressing down on her shoulders. As the rain fell, she found solace in the familiar silk, a reminder of her roots