It's quite cold, so cold that you can see white mist when you breathe, and it's raining.
There are many pedestrians on the street, probably because it's the weekend... even though it's raining now.
Men and men, women and women, boyfriends and girlfriends... About more than ten years ago, I was like this, too, keen on spending my youth on the street.
Youth...
Kumano suddenly had such a sigh.
"Hubby, hubby, are you listening?"
Actually, I was on my way home from work.
Kumano was on the phone with his wife, talking mainly about trivial life matters. Additionally, due to the weather these days, their child, who had just started elementary school, had some issues with his respiratory tract.
The child had congenital asthma from birth, inherited from the mother's side.
Although his wife was nagging, after so many years, Kumano had gotten used to her nagging... Or rather, if there were a day he didn't hear it, he would feel a bit strange.
