The season turns slowly from winter to spring around this area and we all look forward to the spring to come.
On the other hand, the season turns quickly from summer to fall with no time to say good-bye to the summer.
At dusk, strolling around the neighbourhood.
It was almost time to harvest rice that are carefully grown.
It was a calm day without the wind and the golden rice fields that have begun to cast the shadow of dusk look lonely as if they were waiting quietly for harvesting.
Nevertheless, I can’t wait for the shiny new rice freshly cooked.