I took a walk in the afternoon.
Walking through the bridge, crossing the river, and getting behind of the bank, I thought I could find something there.
I could see the mountains that have more than 1000-meter height. They should be completely white in this time of the year. But this winter is too warm for them to be white.
I saw some white creatures on the dried paddy fields. There was also a lady who was taking photos of those white birds by her smartphone. I talked to her on the way. She told me that they were swans.
They might have been talking about when to get back Siberia because it was warm as if the spring had already come.
Mountains of 2000-meter height looked white.
Green vegetables on the ground.
I crossed the river again to go back to the town where I stay.
Walking on a river bank was not so bad.
Getting dark, so it was time to go home.