It was a little bit windy and the clouds ran swiftly in the sky that morning. The unpaved road reminds me of that in the middle of Showa Era in Japan.
The clouds mounted over the earth with the overwhelmingly magnificent body. It would be raining soon or later. The blows of winds could be recognized on the surface of paddy fields.
The mountains distanced from the plain had been already covered with dark clouds.
After indulging in the beauty of wild white flower, trillium ?, I headed to Shizunai Town where my aunt-in-law was hospitalized.