摘要：I got up early and went for a walk. The weather was cold, though the sun had risen, and the sky was blue grey. The crickets were still singing. I walked through the paddy fields as the chilled air hit my arms and face and passed between my fingers. Although I had put on my shoes when I left the house, my feet were becoming wet, and there were bits and pieces of grass on my ankles. I tried not to lose my balance as I walked. The paths were narrow, and it would have been easy for me to fall and hurt myself. Many little grey frogs were jumping out of my way, leaping into the paddies. I had been walking for maybe half an hour, and my legs were itching. There was no one around as far as I could see, and I had looked around and around. There was the mountain in the distance and the trees and a few small rustic houses. I don’t know how far I had walked, but I started to hear water running … a stream. After I followed it, I noticed a foreign girl with a bucket, washing at the mouth of a river. She was startled, but she didn’t cover herself. We stared at each other. I never saw a person like her in real life, only in pictures.
