It was a warm autumn day in Tokyo. The streets, the parks, the roofs of the houses were filled with yellowing leaves.
Peter got ready to go to work as usual. He also put the book in his bag. Left the house. On the way to the station, he looked around. Autumn was slowly making itself known. There were orange and yellow leaves all around. He kept walking, stepping on these leaves, which had not yet started to crackle.
I am still thinking about ...
In his mind, there were sentences from yesterday in the book he read while waiting for the train in the morning. Thinking about these words, he continued on his way.