A good place to write, upstairs from my room. I did very little other than write.
There was Cosmos growing everywhere by the roadside.
The trees were crooked.
Surrounded by rice fields.
I just missed the harvest festival, which fell the weekend after I left. One evening, walking in the village where Toji is located, we stumbled upon young people in what turned out to be the area's community centre. They were rehearsing their performances on traditional musical instruments in preparation for the festival. Nearly every village in the countryside has a similar gathering place.
Dinner before a reading.