The wind cut through the midday sunlight.

I was lying lazily on a tree branch. Looking at the sun from high up in the trees is one of my long-standing hobbies.

As I touched a leaf precariously hanging on the tip of a branch with my fingertip, it fluttered down to the ground.

Chirp, chirp—

As soon as the leaf fell, a cicada began to cry from below as if in protest. Hey now— I just sent you off a bit early, you know? You were destined to reach the end of your life soon anyway.

While thinking, "It's noisy enough to kill me..." I didn't feel like going down. It wasn't enough to wake me from my sweet nap.