When we lived in Nagasaki,
there was a pudding truck that
was sometimes parked in an abandoned
lot off a coastal road between
Aino and Nagasaki city.

Sometimes it was there.
Sometimes no.

But whenever we passed by and the gods
decided to smile upon us, there it'd be.

We'd get 6 puddings in various flavors.

The sun would be setting.

In those moments, life was perfect.

Someday I'd like to have my own pudding truck,
dispensing unexpected happiness & deliciousness
in tiny mason jars.

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