First Sentence: At first it looked like low-lying ribbons of cloud just floating there, but then the clouds would be blown a little bit to the right and next to the left.
Back of the book:
A couple in their thirties live in a small rented cottage in a quiet part of Tokyo. They work at home as freelance writers. They no longer have very much to say to one another.
One day a cat invites itself into their small kitchen. She is a beautiful creature. She leaves, but the next day comes again, and then again and again. New, small joys accompany the cat; the days have more light and colour. Life suddenly seems to have more promise for the husband and wife; they go walking together, talk and share stories of the cat and its little ways, play in the nearby Garden. But then something happens that will change everything again.
Last Sentence: The words of the neighbor woman, speaking of the house with the Japanese plume grass, now stick in my mind and I have them written down here in my book.