autumn 4

Time of Year opens the door and goes, and through another door comes the other season. Someone jumps up, runs to doors: Hey, you far, I forgot you something to say! But nobody there. And in room already another Time of Year-sat on a chair, light a match, light a cigarette... You something forgot to say, says it. — Well so tell me, if that's the case, I'll do it later give. - Yes there is no, not need to, so, nothing special ... and the wind howls. It's nothing special. Just died yet. one time of the year... © Haruki Murakami