There is a force that you may not see, but you can feel.
The Power of the Sun.
The March sun already starts to possess some "power," warming the body pleasantly, the grass on the lawn sprouts tender green shoots, everything is full of vibrant life.
Wonderful times, especially when a breeze blows by, carrying the scent of soil and the atmosphere of the era, permeating the heart.
Clearly it's just the life ahead, yet it gives one an imagination to see through the long river of time, envisioning that midsummer where orioles fly and grass grows at someone's dress hem!
When Lance first arrived at Manteno, Director Dale was slightly unaccustomed, because here... it seemed even worse than Golden Port City, even though it's the capital of the whole state.
But it's alright, he didn't come here for a holiday, he came to work.
