Instead, I thought that if he ever came to an art gallery, I would like to describe the paintings to him with all the expressive ability I have.

Even when I go to galleries, I have never met a blind person there, and I feel that this is not something our town can be proud of.

Sharing Music

There is an art center in my town where people can experience art, both for free and for a fee.

I often go there to listen to classical concerts and performances by wind bands.

Almost every time, I see people who are blind coming to enjoy the music.

I feel that they experience music more deeply than sighted people, with sharper senses and a more sensitive heart.

One day, on my way home after a concert, I saw a man tapping the ground with his cane as he walked.

I wondered if I should support his arm.

But I realized that I cannot be his eyes for the rest of his life, so I thought it would be better not to interfere.

One day, on my way home, I saw a man tapping the ground with his cane as he walked.

I often go there to listen to classical concerts and wind band performances.

I feel that they experience music more deeply than sighted people, with sharper senses and more sensitive hearts.

I wondered if I should support his arm, but then I realized that I cannot be his eyes for the rest of his life, so I thought it might be better not to interfere.

Instead, I thought that if he ever came to an art gallery, I would like to describe the paintings to him using all the expressive ability I have.

However, I feel lonely because even when I go to galleries, I have never met a blind person there.

I feel that this is not something our town can be proud of.