You're at home, enjoying a quiet Sunday morning. Sunlight streams through the open window, illuminating the fine dust motes dancing in the air. As you reach for a box of your favorite tea, the paper packaging whispers as you slide it open. The noise of its edges gliding against each other makes you think of the word sarasara.

You're outside on a warm day in late spring, sitting beneath a cherry blossom tree, its petals falling gently. They drift down, landing softly on your hair and shoulders. The delicate sound of the petals touching the ground is sarasara.

She's trying to concentrate on her studies at her desk but the air conditioner is running. She sits near the window and a gentle breeze comes in, rustling the sheer curtain. With a sigh, she moves away from the window, and towards her book. The curtain blowing in the breeze is a familiar sarasara sound!

You’re at work, making your way through a pile of paperwork at your desk. You’re organizing everything, trying to get it all neat, when you move a stack, the papers slide against each other. The sound makes you think of how they are touching as you move them into their new place. It’s sarasara.

You’re walking through a forest, the air crisp and clear. The dry leaves of autumn have fallen and now cover the ground, crunching slightly under your boots. The leaves make a sarasara noise in the wind.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you see your friend holding a new silk scarf. She runs her fingers across it to show its smoothness. “Kono sukafū wa totemo sarasara ne!” (This scarf is really smooth!) you hear her exclaim.