Even as I was traveling at dawn, the sun was white like the moon. Someone also asked whether it was the moon. I thought it must be because of the weather warning.
At the same time, it was beautifully warm, early-spring weather. In the afternoon, it felt like summer clothing would be enough. But the sun remained white.
It was pleasantly warm at the beginning of March—so much so that it made me want not to rest along the way, but to keep going. I also felt a strong urge to see buildings and parts of the city in different places under the glow of that white, yet warm sun.
That day I walked 44,954 steps. It was fascinating how the buildings and city districts were illuminated by rays of a white sun, close in color to the moon, pushing me to keep walking further and further.
The warning at the time was about Saharan dust. It doesn’t happen everywhere, and for some people it was surprising—even at dawn, wondering whether it was the sun rising or the moon.
