Autumn Equinox

So the summer has ended. This time it doesn't seem to come back again soon.
7:00
Somebody must have visited the grave. Yellow flowers had been already offered in front of the tomb stone on which our family name was engraved as "○○家".
Lilies... Lilies. We guessed who.
"Yu-chan". I said.
"No, the flowers are definitely not her taste." Mom said a tad adamantly.
But when we saw the ground all weeded out, she settled for the conclusion
"Well,... might be".
On top of the flower a gray slimy thing was crawling. Slug. I picked him up and put him on the ground outside our family grave lot. He must have been eating the flower. but how could he find the flower here? Had he just randomly moved about and accidentally come across the flower? Or did he smell the flower and make his way straight to it? Perhaps the latter because he was not the only one. Four of his friends were found near the flower. His antenna, which we call horn "角", were fascinating. Just as I tried to touch it, he retracted it nicely and perfectly into the head. When my daughter fanned the smoke of a mosquito coil toward him, he also quickly pulled it back into the head. In spite of the smoke attack he seemed to try going back to the flower.
By the time we finished trimming trees, cleaning and sweeping the lot, he is back on the foot of piled stones that terraced the 15-square-meter lot of our ancestors' final resting place 50cm above the ground level.
We, one by one, stood in front of the tomb, poured a ladle of water on top of the gravestone, closed the eyes, put the hands together and remembered the dead. My father, grand-pa, grand-ma and my brother...
The slug finally made it and was now on top of the terrace, crawling toward his favorite flowers. He was alive and perfectly immaculate. We left him alone.