Sunday Stroll

I drive along this river at least twice a week while I'm on my commute to work. Whether it's actually a commute to work is an entirely different subject however. I spend a great deal of the time lost in day dreams and brainstorms. Sometimes I'm so lost in my thoughts while driving that I don't remember how I got to where I was going. I'm glad the brain can be conditioned. Every time I make the drive I feel like I want to just stop the car and sit on the rocky river bank.



In the late evenings on my way home I like when I round the corner and can see the Shikoku ridge rising up far away in the distance. The frosted peaks make me grin for no reason.



Everything is slowly brushing the sleep from its eyes. The water looks more alive. The plants seem to have a new glow. They have almost said farewell to winter.



My drive is always on the opposite side of the river. Here there are different views of an area I so often feel that I've grown accustomed to. Stepping out of the car offers a further glance at what lies behind bamboo groves and scraggly brush taking over every inch it finds on the banks.

 

There is a lot of cheer in a simple flower even if it's a weed.



And these have some of the greenest pollen I've ever seen.



That's countryside ingenuity at its best.



Leave the junk behind. It's not going with you and you've got legs. Spring is saying come and get me.