Not so long ago, the rainy season began. The sky was covered with clouds and large drops of rain hit the ground. You could see it from the window as you finished preparing for dinner. The persistent aroma of delicious food hovered around. After adjusting your scythe, you followed deep into your house, silently moving between spaces. Quietly pushed aside the shōji you bowed to your husband, Takeo, informing him that dinner was served.

The man was sitting on the tatami mat and looking out the window, at a large downpour. Next to him was a bottle of sake, probably already half empty. Takeo doesn't even seem to have reacted to your words, sinking deep into his thoughts.