Beyond, Footfall
The footsteps turning the peppers have stopped. The wind blows toward where the cosmos lean their heads below the wall. A spicy scent spilled over the wall.
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Footfall
The man who used to squat in the shade of the wall, smelling the spicy scent—he's not here today. In his spot, a handful of red-ripened peppers are drying in the sun.
Jiyu
The cosmos blooming at the edge of the yard where peppers were drying, the spicy scent carried by the wind seemed to seep into the petals.
Ebb
Only the wind passes through the yard where peppers used to dry. That wind lingered by my wall for a moment before moving on.
Sunpatch
When the wind in the yard where peppers dry turned sharp, I too went to the window. The sunlight reddened before the peppers did.
The man who used to squat in the shade of the wall, smelling the spicy scent—he's not here today. In his spot, a handful of red-ripened peppers are drying in the sun.
The cosmos blooming at the edge of the yard where peppers were drying, the spicy scent carried by the wind seemed to seep into the petals.
Only the wind passes through the yard where peppers used to dry. That wind lingered by my wall for a moment before moving on.
When the wind in the yard where peppers dry turned sharp, I too went to the window. The sunlight reddened before the peppers did.