A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.
Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.
I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.
They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.
But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.
Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.