心の緩急が激しかった先週一週間
天気や陽気と同じようにジグザグと､でもそのジグザグが大きく激しかった一週間

心あたたかな再会から怒りに震えた週末､一日一日の中でもその緩急が激しく心が追い付かないほどだった日々

久々の再会に心あたたかくなり
大切な友の心傷つけられたことに未だに怒りがおさまらず
昨日は今週末の発表会に向けた最終全体リハーサルに心があたたかくなり
あたたかくなったり冷たくなったりこの頃の陽気と同じ心

深夜に起きた事件
大切な友の心が傷つけられた事件
何十人もの警察の方々､機捜､鑑識､制服警官､パトカー､バイクが出動してくださり
深夜からお昼前までかかった鑑識､DNA､再現､聴取､現場から鑑識の車に乗り警察署で過ごした数時間

大切な友が深夜に背後から襲われ叫び声をあげ助けを求め､近くだった家の駆け込んで来ました

その声に目覚めた自分は急いで犯人を探し近所を駆け回り､警察に電話をし､更に自転車で犯人を探し人々に不審者がいなかったか聞いて回り
そうこうしていると､制服の警察官達が駆けつけてくれその後から続々と私服の機動捜査の方々がどこからともなく集まりだし
鑑識の車がパトカーが数台
深夜の近所は大勢の警察
そこから鑑識による犯人の足跡や友の服から全て家の玄関でDNA採取し写真におさめ事件発生から数時間
友に寄り添い､女性警察官の方と鑑識の方と被害にあった友と共に警察署へ
午前1時過ぎの事件発生から
午前5時前警察署へ一緒に行き
その時の状況を再現写真そして友の事件発生までの足取りを時系列で地図に起こし
そこから取調室で書類が出来上がるまでの数時間

自分は予定があり先に警察署を出ましたが
それでも警察署で4時間半の時間を友と共に過ごし

イライラしながら帰宅し準備
近所の幼なじみの家の防犯カメラに犯行瞬間の映像が映ってないか確認させてもらいに行くと

まさにその事件が起きた時間の犯行の瞬間が映っていて
怒りで身体も心も震えました

そのまま警察へ連絡､防犯カメラの事を伝え
友にも連絡､その後数時間して警察署を出れたらしいのですが
被害者になってしまった友の心を考えると思うと怒りが今も全くおさまらず

大切な友を守ってあげなければと言う気持ちで溢れ逆に自分が不審者に思われそうなほどの今

無防備な女性に対する犯罪､本当に許せませんしその際捕まえられていたらと思うと､自分が犯人に対しどこまでしてしまうか怖かったですが......

今近所の幼なじみや仲間が被害にあった仲間の心に寄り添いながら､犯人を警戒しています

自分もそんな傷ついた友の心を少しでも支えてあげられたら良いなと思いながら

そして日曜日はレッスンから発表会の最終リハーサル
子供達の心に姿勢に癒された一週間最後の日でした

改めまして
こんばんは､おはようございます､こんにちは......
新しい月の始まり､新しい一週間の始まり明けましておめでとうございます......
先月もひと月先週も一週間お疲れさまでした
空気が冷たくなったかと思いきや日中の陽射しが強くあたたかくなったりと一日の寒暖差が激しいこの頃

今朝も朝陽降り注ぐ青空覗く朝から雲に覆われはじめる空

そして溢れる雨粒

今週の空は陽気は穏やかでありますように

話しは続き
先日10年以上ぶりに集まる専門学生時代からの先輩後輩､同じDanceグループだった同じ様に夢を追ったそして今も現役で芝居やDanceを続ける仲間達との集まりが､その頃通っていた蒲田でありました

長野からはるばるこの集まりの為に来た共にDanceに励んだ､同じ芸能事務所に所属していた先輩も

この機会を逃したら二度と逢えないと思い参加して来ました

見た目は皆歳を重ねていても
言葉を交わせばあの頃のまま
あの頃に戻ったように笑い語り歌い踊り

出逢ってからこれまで､何年も逢っていなかった時間が無かったかのように､あの頃の事が昨日の出来事のように何も変わってなくて

手術前にメッセージを送ってくれた仲間達との笑顔溢れる嬉しい時間でした......

ジグザグジグザグな日々でも
あたたかな時間を心に
強く優しくあたたかく
今週も生きてゆきましょう......

自分は人を傷つける
女性を､子供を､お年寄りを
弱い人を､自分の欲で傷つける
男を犯罪者を絶対に許しません｡
近所の友はこの事件で心が恐怖に包まれています

今週もメンバーBLOGに優しい風を感じてください

それでは今週もありがとうございました
また来週

強く優しくあたたかく
生きよう

【夜影】作者 藝術集団｢髙｣
Akihito Takahashi......
Akihi"to"
って誰やねん......
Akihi"ro"ですが
絶妙に気付きにくい間違え(笑)
今週は素直に......
髙橋 昭博

Friends : The week from that heartwarming reunion until yesterday...

The past week has been a rollercoaster of emotions—much like the erratic, fluctuating weather we’ve been having, though the swings in my own heart were far more intense.

It was a week that spanned from a heartwarming reunion to a weekend spent trembling with rage; the emotional shifts were so sharp and rapid that my heart could barely keep up.

My heart was warmed by a long-awaited reunion, yet I remain consumed by anger over the fact that a dear friend was hurt. Then, yesterday, my heart was warmed once again during the final full-cast rehearsal for this weekend’s performance—my emotions have been fluctuating between warmth and cold, mirroring the unpredictable weather of late.

An incident occurred in the dead of night—an incident in which a dear friend was harmed. Dozens of police officers—including plainclothes investigators, forensic specialists, and uniformed officers—arrived on the scene, accompanied by patrol cars and motorcycles. The forensic investigation, DNA collection, and witness questioning lasted from the middle of the night until nearly noon; I spent several hours at the police station, having traveled there in a forensic vehicle alongside my friend.

My dear friend was attacked from behind in the middle of the night, crying out for help before managing to reach safety.

Awakened by those cries, I rushed out to search the neighborhood for the perpetrator, called the police, and scoured the area—even hopping on a bicycle to look for the assailant and asking neighbors if they had seen anyone suspicious. Before long, uniformed officers arrived, followed by a steady stream of plainclothes investigators appearing from seemingly everywhere.

Forensic vans and multiple patrol cars filled the neighborhood in the dead of night. Forensic teams collected evidence—including footprints left by the perpetrator and samples from my friend’s clothing—and documented everything with photographs. In the hours that followed, I stayed by my friend’s side, accompanying them—along with a female officer and a forensic specialist—to the police station. Following the incident, which occurred just after 1:00 AM, I accompanied my friend to the police station before 5:00 AM. We spent the next few hours there—reconstructing the scene for photographs, mapping out the sequence of events leading up to the incident, and waiting while the police prepared the necessary documentation.

I had to leave the station early due to a prior commitment, but I still spent four and a half hours there alongside my friend.

I returned home, feeling deeply frustrated, and began making some preparations. I went to check with neighbors to see if any of their security cameras might have captured the moment the crime took place.

As it turned out, the footage did indeed capture the exact moment of the attack. I was so overcome with rage that I was physically trembling.

I immediately contacted the police to inform them about the security camera footage and reached out to my friend as well. My friend was finally able to leave the police station a few hours later, but when I think about what she—the victim—must be going through, my anger remains completely unabated.

I feel an overwhelming urge to protect my dear friend; in fact, I’m so intent on it that I worry I might even be mistaken for a suspicious person myself.

Crimes committed against defenseless women are absolutely unforgivable. I shudder to think what I might have done had I been there and managed to catch the perpetrator—it’s frightening to consider how far my own rage might have driven me.

Right now, our childhood friends and others in the neighborhood are keeping a close watch for the perpetrator while doing our best to support the victim.

I only hope that I can provide some measure of comfort to my friend as she heals from this trauma. I am simply relieved that, at the very least, she sustained no physical injuries.

This is truly unforgivable—I will never forgive it.
I implore the police: please, catch this person.
That is all I wish for.

In the wake of this incident... Unable to sleep,
I went to watch a stage performance—part of a school cultural festival—put on by vocational students who had adapted my script for the stage...
While I couldn't help but view it through the eyes of an author and director—thinking, "Perhaps this or that could have been done differently"—I was deeply moved by the students' passionate performances.
The story, which moves toward a conclusion that is sad yet filled with hope, reminded me once again what a good piece of writing *Yokage* (Night Shadow) truly is.
It was a day spent being touched by the performances of characters who felt so remarkably true to life.

A day that followed a sleepless night—a stretch of time where my emotions struggled to keep pace with the shifting intensity of the moment.

The following day was filled with lessons and the final rehearsal for a recital.
It was the end of a week, and I found myself healed by the spirit and the posture—the very attitude—of the children.

Once again—
Good evening, good morning, hello...
A new month, a new week—and, in a sense, a "Happy New Year" (a fresh start)...
Thank you for all your hard work over the past month, and the past week.
The weather these days sees drastic temperature swings; one moment the air turns cold, and the next, the sun shines down with surprising warmth.

This morning, too, began with the sun pouring down from a blue sky, only for the clouds to gradually roll in.

I hope the weather remains mild throughout this coming week.

To continue the story—
The other day, I met up with friends from my vocational school days—seniors, juniors, and former members of the same dance group—all of us who once chased the same dreams and who, to this day, remain active in acting and dance. We gathered in Kamata, the area where we used to spend so much of our time back then.
One of them, who had worked hard alongside me in dance and belonged to the same talent agency, even traveled all the way from Nagano for this reunion... ...and some seniors I used to know.

Thinking that if I missed this chance, I might never see them again, I decided to attend.

Though we’ve all aged in appearance,
the moment we started talking, we were exactly as we used to be.
Laughing, chatting, singing, and dancing—just like in the old days.

It felt as if the years we spent apart never existed;
everything from back then felt as fresh as if it had happened just yesterday—nothing had changed at all.

It was a joyful time, filled with smiles, spent with friends who had sent me messages before my surgery...

Even when life takes a zigzag path,
let’s hold onto these warm moments in our hearts.
With strength, kindness, and warmth,
let’s keep living through this coming week...

I will never forgive men—criminals—who hurt others,
who, driven by their own selfish desires, harm women, children, the elderly,
or anyone in a vulnerable position.
A woman in my neighborhood is gripped by fear because of this incident.
Miu feels the same way; she told me, "It’s scary, so please come over right away!"
She even invited me over, saying, "I’ll let you use my U-NEXT account in exchange!"
She’s still as adorable as ever, no matter how old she gets.

Sorry for the long post again this week.
I’ll make sure to take good care of my own heart,
hoping that any "zigzags" in my mind might smooth out into warmer, gentler days.

May the "zigzags" in your own hearts
settle into calm, gentle waves,
making for a warm and kind week ahead...

May a gentle breeze blow softly through all of your hearts.

I hope you can feel that gentle breeze in this week’s member blog posts, too.

Thank you for this week as well.
See you next week.

Let’s live—
with strength, kindness, and warmth.

[Night Shadow (Yokage)] — By the Art Collective "Taka" (髙)
Akihito Takahashi...
Wait, who is "Akihi*to*"?
That’s a typo that’s just subtle enough to be hard to spot! (lol)
Takahashi Akihiro