A dragon fly with a broken wing landed on my arm as I navigated the stepping stones of the Sōsei River. We stood there for a few minutes in the hot sun.

I enjoyed cold, sweet melon from a friendly stall holder at the Nijo fish market.

An inquisitive, soulful karasu approached me while sitting by the Toyohira River. On offering a cracker, he considered my intentions for a moment before accepting.

From a walk along the Toyohira River.