Covered in shades of brown, she crosses a wooden bridge. Brushing the raindrops off a railing, she smiles spotting a nimble squirrel hopping from tree to tree. The wind combs her hair as she puts down the asters in front of a wayside shrine and when she picks the chestnuts and colorful leaves.
Walking through the small village which I heavn't visited for a couple of years, I noticed how much it has changed in there. New houses and shops everywhere. There was even another restaurant. The school renovated, the library moved to another location. Even people were different than in the past.