At the expense of rising in popularity, both the manga and the anime industries started to grow a bit convoluted in recent years. It doesn't necessarily mean it's bad, but due to its growth, most authors are fixated on the competition and ever so slightly forget the significance of their individual expression. Hirayasumi is a rare find in these conditions. With modest yet charismatic art drawn over straightforward yet engaging dialogues, it's the author's love letter for the things we take for granted in our lives. It's a love letter for the lonely old lady next door who loves to cook warm food for a completestranger. A love letter for the beautiful mornings that we miss due to punctualities we need to attend to. A love letter for the stillness that we scorn for being boring and unproductive. A love letter for the delicate rain that gardens countless flowers. A love letter to the life that we lost to the pressures of having to perform like an adult.

It's an ingenious look into the simple pleasures of life; abundant and accessible yet overlooked due to its rather candid nature. And if someone's so inclined, one might even call it a case study -- of how the contrived society psychologically conditions us into only finding fulfillment from entertainments with price tags attached. And although subconscious, how it makes us hostile toward our own biological needs for lethargic resets and reasonable rest.