On a languorous afternoon, when the sun is beating down, reclining under a tree's shade by a stream can quickly lull me to sleep. However, dipping my hands into the cool, rushing water jolts me awake with a burst of refreshing energy. The occasional breeze that flits by is my companion during these drowsy afternoons.
En route to Idaho, there lies a city surrounded by rice paddies and fields on all sides. It is famous for its potatoes, which is why the village benches are shaped like them. In the city's petite waterfalls, a gentle stream trickles, and in hot weather, a refreshing breeze occasionally blows, relieving the weariness of midday.
