“There are no clouds at al today. You can see all the way to the foot of
the mountain.”
“It’s not very interesting, is it—there’s really just the tiniest bit of snow
at the su^mmit. You can see that now that the clouds are gone.”
“Oh, I don’t know. . . .” said Utako, casually touching Jiro’s hand. “You
don’t think it’s because we saw it yesterday? Even looking at Mount Fuji
must get boring if you see it all the time.”
Jiro understood that Utako was ready to say good-bye.
“Thank you very much for bringing me. I really had a nice time. And I
have a feeling I may get better now.”
Utako had put all her strength into those words. Jiro’s face clouded.
“I really mean that,” Utako said, taking Jiro’s hands between the palms
other own.
Jiro went on looking at the First snow on Fuji.
