This morning an autumn drizzle began to fall silently while son was sleeping in the dim curtained bedroom. Soon the rain stopped, leaving the surface of the ground wet and some drops on the windowpanes facing south. I accompanied son at our apartment till noon when he went to a dinner planned with his pals. Then I headed for mother's with an umbrella in case it should rain. Mother was watching the song-and-dance duet on TV in the east room whose brick bed is heated every day by the cooking stove. She had been dwelling there until several days ago when she moved to the west draughty room to avoid the unbearable heat furthered by the hot weather. Now that it's cooled down a little, I suggested her to move back lest she should be affected by dampness. She refused at first but agreed at last.