Farmers’ hands get busy when spring is ripening in May. As the earth is turned, the earthworm hiding below the surface of the water are lifted to the surface of the plowed rice field. Varieties of crane gather and make a din. The sun sets over the field. The graceful gestures of the cranes are tinged golden, and their silhouette are held against an alluring landscape slowly in flowing time. Hold your breath and become one with them.
* Crane
