A desolate park in winter

In the middle of winter, the cold north wind makes branches bare in my town.

When I walked on a road beside a small park in the late afternoon, something colorful came into view. I approached it standing in the desolate playground. It was so vivid in a bleak scene.

The sound of winter

I remember my elementary school building. It was a wooden structure, and a strong north wind shook the windows in the cold season. That was the sound of winter.
These days I rarely hear that sound as modern buildings have become common.
This was an old school building I found, that had closed long ago. I waited for that sound for a while under this window, but unfortunately, it was a calm day.

Greeting flowers

I knocked on my neighbor’s door. The wind from the north was so cold, but this spot was warm and cozy as if the sun brought spring there.

The end of the year was approaching. The flowers seemed to be waiting for New Year’s visitors.