September 8,1908

September 8

He got up early. It’s 66 Fahrenheit this morning.He picked up a big flea and threw it from the window of the third floor. It’s disappeared in the autumn wind. He felt chilly.He moved to room No.9 . It’s 3 and a half grass mats wide room in a strange shape. It’s called “ The hole in the third floor”. It’s facing a hill across a valley full of roofs below his eyes. It’s brave that on the left, 3 tall chimneys of the army factory were keeping to give out black smoke.According to a maid, Mt. Fuji could be seen in sunny days.The heaven was close, blue and wide to his eyes. The insect songs were coming up from a distance. His room seemed to be filled with the autumn wind coming through the window without obstacle.In the evening, he wrote letters. When he finished them, there was no sound of streetcars.The moon was shown through a break in the clouds.He felt the autumn deeply.He lay down and read Genji for a while.