Morning sky

Yesterday morning, I left by car at 7:30 AM, while it was still dark.
From the depths of the pre-dawn darkness, that moment when the sky begins to color before sunrise...
The fine drizzle, now ceasing, was illuminated silver by the car's headlights.

The words that came from the 12-year-old girl sitting next to me, as she watched the scenery from the car window, were:
"Like, so emo! ❤"
I burst out laughing, then was strangely impressed, marveling that the new generation, armed with words like "yabai," "egui," "emoi," and "kimoi," might be able to get through a whole day of communication with others by just using these three-syllable terms.

An egregious early start, dragged out of bed.
Saw an emotional sunrise.
Moved to an insane degree.
Got disgusting goosebumps.

How about this poem? No good, huh?

Without a subject, is it you who is emo, or I who is emo, or someone else? Or perhaps everything collectively shares in being emo? Does it all become one?
Is "emoi" already in the Kojien dictionary? (Kojien generation, lol)

After a good while of being impressed, I told the 12-year-old girl that if she read more books, she would be able to express this beautiful dawn scene with beautiful Japanese words.

But indeed, we both empathized with a beautiful dawn. With that word.
The fine rain and the sunrise touched our hearts, making it "emoi." Both you and I.
I'm surprised that such a short, three-syllable word, including the geminated consonant, can convey so much shared feeling.

So egregiously beautiful.
Insanely delicious. The forceful flexibility to be used in a positive sense. Furthermore, changes in the position of the geminated consonant, as in "egg!" or "yabba!", seem to emphasize it even more.

Even if I don't usually use such words myself, why can I understand this emphasis?
Mysterious Japanese.

My favorite is antique Meissen ❤ So emo.

Today, for the first time in years, I went to the castle Christmas market. My 15-year-old son bought deer jerky from a stall run by a gruff old man.
His future dreams are to be a hunter and self-sufficient.
When we got home, he immediately started carving the meat with his own knife.

The photo is of the church next to the castle. We stopped by to say hello on the way home.
A place of prayer always welcomes everyone.

Everyone, please spend the last month of the year in good health.