tabtabt In those days, there were at least 3 or 4 jazz spots in Sendai. I still had not unlearned my habit to listen to jazz-music sometimes, though not so much as I had been in Tokyo. As Chao also was fond of jazz, it comes to that we could find out a common hobby. In Miles, the two of us gave a toast clapping the edges of the brandy glasses, and we were listening over-sensitively to the whispers of the hot metallic tongue vibrating in the heated electromagnetic coil feeling something getting untangled rapidly like a sax-solo rolling out as a thread-ball from an entangled session.

tabtabt Then, we went out on the streets again, and through Central Avenue towards the south, passing across First Street, walked along the February night's pavement with sparse passersby to the direction to which the two overlapped shadows stretching. The southern side of Sendai city is surrounded by a band of hills called Aoba-Yama Hills. Along the feet of the hills, runs Hirose River famous in song. The quarter about passing Kokubun-Cho towards the south is called Tachi-machi and there is a big park named West Park on a height by the Hirose River in the south end of the quarter. When we leaned the rail at the southern side of West Park, just below spread the riverbed of the Hirose River leaving all over the snow, and in the hazy snow lights, the India ink colored water was winding and napping quietly.

tabtabt Regarding us, Chao and me, where we were in the park, how long had we been there, and what had we been doing, to tell the truth, I hardly recall the slightest memory. On which bench had we sat? What kind of conversation did we hold? If you say "lovers needed no word any more.", it is that much; however, it must have been a crazy matter to spend time outdoors in the night in February at Sendai. Although it is sure that at the time, I put on a knee-high coat of thick hide finished into buckskin with wrapped buttons by flat braided straps.