"Besides some very vivid memories, including the one of the overwhelming desire I felt the day I helped her move, all Sumire left behind were several long letters... I read the letters so many times I nearly had them memorized. Every time I read them, I felt like Sumire and I were together again. This warmed my heart more than anything else could. Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely, for a few moments"

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart