I think of you and Reiko and the aviary while I lie in bed after waking up in the morning.I think about the peacock and pigeons and parrots and turkeys － and about the rabbits.I remember the yellow raincapes you and Reiko wore with the hoods up that rainy morning.It feels good to think about you when I'm warm in bed.I feel as if you're curled up there beside me,fast asleep.And I think how great it would be if it were true.
I miss you terribly sometimes,but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster.Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning,every morning I wind my own spring.I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up,brushed my teeth,shaved,eaten breakfast,changed my clothes,left the dorm,and arrived at the university.I tell myself,"OK,let's make this day another good one."I hadn't noticed before,but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days.Probably mumbling to myself while I wind my spring.
It's hard not being able to see you,but my life in Tokyo would be a lot worse if it weren't for you.It's because I think of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.I know I have to give it my best here just as you are doing there.
Today's Sunday,though,a day I don't wind my spring.I've done my laundry,and now I'm in my room,writing to you.Once I've finished this letter and put a stamp on it and dropped it into the postbox,there's nothing for me to do until the Sun goes down.I don't study on sundays,either.I do a good enough job on weekdays studying in the library between lectures,so I don't have anything left to do on Sundays.Sunday afternoons are quiet,peaceful and,for me,lonely.I read books or listen to music.Sometimes I think back on the different routes we used to take in our Sunday Walks around Tokyo.I can come up with a pretty clear picture of the clothes you were wearing on any particular walk.I remember all kinds of things on Sunday afternoons.
Say "Hi" from me to Reico.I really miss her guitar at night.