A Eurasian Scops-owl recalls a caterpillar when the wind is shining.
Loneliness is, so to speak, angels drawn by Paul Klee.
When I went to Setagaya with the sleeves of my kimono tucked up, I found there is a nioudo, a shrine for niou guardians.
In a tea plantation, a lizard is chinning himself up by his one arm.
"What are you doing now?" in Fukushima dialect, I was given the challenge by the Diluvium.