Yesterday it rained lightly, but today the weather is quite nice, bright and sunny.
The air still carries a fresh, moist scent, and pigeons stroll leisurely across the square and nearby grass. The spring breeze brushes across the green meadow, accompanied by the chattering calls of birds.
Although pigeons aren't particularly rare birds, children are quite fond of them; they gather around the pigeons, squatting on the ground to feed them.
There's a mischievous little boy who deliberately stamps his feet and takes a few steps forward, causing two pigeons in front to flap their wings and take flight. However, they didn't fly far—landing after just a few steps and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
The pigeons have also grown accustomed to such teasing, which probably means, "I've already flown, so give me some respect and stop harassing me."
There are retired elders resting peacefully on benches by the railing, and others stroll with a rhythmic swinging of their arms.
