It’ll remind you of your time you’ve almost forgotten.

Little flowers you saw on the way home from your school
The smell of rain which fell on the roads
The cicada's song at dusk

Things you’ve lost in the process from childhood to adulthood
The precious time which has disappeared without your noticing

Let’s listen to the songs of wind.
Let’s feel the whispers of trees.
Let’s strain your ears for the voices of insects and birds.

Here is a path of wind and time.

Gently close your eyes, swinging in a hammock, wrapped in silence, light and shade.

You’ll sometimes hear the sound of wind-bells, adding colors to wind and time.

It has just been there for 140 years.
Time is life itself.
You are you.

Nowhere House is waiting for you today too, as usual.