Nakagawa River. Naka river River. Doesn’t make much sense, but calling it Naka River would still not sound that great. So Nakagawa River it is. Okay, that doesn’t really matter, but still. Words, languages, grammar… It’s just interesting.
In any case, on a beautiful Friday morning, I walked to the river of that name again. When I went near the pigeons, they didn’t budge so I could take pictures from up close. Though I don’t like birds, I still think they’re intriguing. Somehow, they are.
This time, I brought a book, so I sat down in the shade of a tree (the kind that is perfect to sit under on a warm day) and read a bit while enjoying nature.