It always happens in the middle of August. The chanting of cicadas grows louder
and sometimes, crippled cicadas start to fly over to my flat on the seventh floor of
a building. I strongly feel a smell of autumn in the wind. This is a sad experience I 
encounter every year.After all, summer is not a bad season for me. I never lose appetite
like other people.�@I do not mind hot weather. I have the annual Fireworks Viwing Party.
Summer is an�@exciting and pruductive season for me.
However, autumn somewhat gives me some expectation for new love. ( August 21, 2006 )