寛
監
歓 - Delight
At a summer matsuri, a street performer spins a blazing roundhouse kick, the stomp echoing like a taiko “カン!”.
Beside him, a plump turkey struts onto the stage, lantern light glowing vermilion like shrine seals.
The crowd hushes for a beat-One wooden clack-then bursts into shouts, filling the space where before there was only Lack.
That sudden eruption of cheers, the shared rush, is the living picture of Delight.
