The time when something new is born

Around the time when winter just end, I can find some beautiful moments every year.

Maybe today may have been that day, I think.

A very small blossom was blooming there. It was in the rice field where nothing was planted. I could look at spring water.

It's a border between winter and spring. This time may be my most favorite season. It's not winter, and not spring yet. It's a very delicate season.

When something is broken, something is born, on this earth. So, when winter just end, something new is born.

Something new. I mean, it's lives.