The Chirps of the Cicada Come to a Close

The steady rain of cicada chirps that during summer rang from Murin-an to the Higashiyama mountains has died down considerably now, going from a grand chorus to a quartet, and finally to a solo song.
Last week, looking at the garden as a performance hall, it felt as though we were enjoying natural music, with the cicadas’ chirps performing melodies to the continuous accompaniment of the stream’s cascades.
With the passing of just a little more time, we’ll be able to hear yet another concert. And next summer, a grand symphony will resonate from Murin-an’s stage.