The beginning of the A.O.V series production.
The color of the beginning.
Speaking of beginnings, there's the morning.
Even if it comes from someone like me, who's often chasing a deadline and filming without even taking a bath,
it might not be very convincing, but I really love baths.
However, there's one situation I just can't stand—
and that's "bathrooms with yellow light."
It often happens that production finishes at dawn, and I take a bath before sunrise.
As I'm enjoying a long soak, a yellow light starts to seep in when I'm least expecting it,
and at that moment, I quietly retreat.
During my student days, on the way back from an unfamiliar offline meeting, I saw the morning sky over Kabukicho, and it had that same yellow light.
That morning started with a sense of guilt.
—Even though I hadn't done anything wrong at all.
In fact, I even wish I had let loose a little more.
But I also know that's something I can only say now that it's over.
To get back to the point, the yellow light of morning in other situations, like parks or balconies,
actually brings a sense of reassurance.
There's no guilt anymore. It's refreshing, even.
Still, the yellow in the bathroom is just a no-go for me,
and maybe that's just my personal preference.
Thinking about it that way, I guess I really do love baths, after all.
I'm realizing it anew as I write this now.
The time just before it turns yellow,
feeling the red sunrise—
I want to make flowers bloom in the future of tomorrow.
Since it's a beginning, I'll add a few longer words.