THE LAST FOUR SEASONS

Autumn

In Hakusan-cho, the maple leaves turned red and orange and yellow. Hiro Tanaguchi thought of many places other than where he was and of many people whom he’d left or who had left him. He was a man who struggled with the present and with being aware in the moment, in any given moment. This had nothing to do with his age, seventy-one. He’d been like this since he was a boy. He recalled always missing something just past or always longing for something yet to happen.

"The Last Four Seasons" is up on The Kenyon Review Online, Winter 2011.