I found a bike.
It seemed that it had been here for a long time.
It had no saddle, but it had some new friends, flowers and leaves.
What's your name?
New Green Leaves were sprouting from the ground.
Beautiful gradations of pink color.
And a twig
Neatly trimmed trees along the stretch of road.
When I walked slower than before,
I found that everything around me was trying to talk to me their stories.