More Days at the Morisaki Bookshop
Once night fell, it turned thoroughly cold out. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck. My uncle was grumbling beside me, his breath making hazy white puffs that hung in the air for a moment and then vanished into the night. what is gone with these white puffs? I could see in the courtyard on the other side of the hospital window that early cherry blossoms had already started to fall....