I was turning my head toward the wind, and the curtain by the window swelled slightly, then settled. I look at the crape myrtle in the yard.

When the shadow of a flower petal swaying in the wind fell on the wall, I too paused for a moment to watch it.

Only where the flock of birds passed was the sky open. I stood there for a long time too.

I recall a grasshopper leaping far from the tip of a swaying silvergrass in the wind. All that remained in that spot was the dust on my toes.

I saw a sparrow drop from the tip of silver grass swaying in the wind and take flight. Only the grass that remained there kept swaying.