At first, it was the canoe, which helped us to cross this river and connect to the nearest city. As we progressed, this ferry took the place of the canoe, and now we have the bridge. Still, this ferry is active, as a bridge to the nostalgic yesteryear.
These fallen leaves amidst the greenery reminds me that everything will pass away, including heaven and earth.
Our gold fish. This is a transient sight every day morning, when we feed them.