“We were always on a journey somewhere.”
The main character, who has become someone unwelcome with her parent’s remarriage, is sent to her grandmother’s house for the summer.
She soon finds a dog left neglected, like herself, in the yard.
She names the dog “Khaki” after the color of the persimmon tree, where the dog was tied.
The dull summer days with Khaki pass by, leaving memories of the childhood days, days where you wanted to set out but had no place to head.
The summer days that seemed to stand still and stay forever lingers in mind, just as the sound of cicadas hovered around that summer.