A day not to be able to fall asleep for a while continued and went out for a walk with the steps that were heavy on that day. The walk of the afternoon always turned a foot toward the rice field across the bridge. The weather was blessed, too and looked up over a head without wind with all one’s might as it was comfortable. As for the thing which was obstructive other than a slightly modest cloud, a feeling calmed down without one strangely. It was the ordinary sky, but felt refreshed.