I will fly

When I walked my dog in the morning, I found a small snowman standing up straight.

Half an hour later, I went there again with my camera. The snowman was about to fly into the blue sky. It must have wanted to go somewhere cold.

The remaining snow

Snow is pretty rare in my town. Even if it starts snowing midwinter, it does not last long, and it always melts the next day.
I love the transient white scenery. Snow falling from heaven is fascinating, and also, melting snow shows eye-catching beauty.

The water source

A narrow river runs through the center of my town, and it ends at the junction with a big river at the edge of the downtown.
One day last summer, I rode my bike along the river. After a two-hour ride from the junction, I was supposed to reach its source, but I couldn’t approach it because of a tuft of grass.
The other day, which was a cold winter day, I went back to the same place and easily found the water source, which was a small shallow pond in a forest. I felt liberated from the unfinished investigation.