That day, we were in Ebisu for coffee and ended up walking around. We found no children at the octopus playground; there was a suited man lying on cardboard, reading; there was a young man talking on the phone. It was a little cold.
We kicked at the petals on the floor. I wondered if the child who left the toy car behind would be coming around to pick it up.
Oh, it was a very good cup of coffee.