The crickets are pulsating outside my window; in the space between their sounds, my refrigerator hums. Last night and this morning, the sound of rain accompanied my 10-hour sleep. This afternoon, a doorbell brought me a box from America full of tea, cookies and other happy things. Half-an-hour ago, a trumpet practiced and a cat cried outside my window. Now they are all silent but the crickets and the cooling of my Japanese food.