On a clear, calm morning, the Tokachi River viewed from the Tokachikako Bridge looked like a scene where red paint had been spilled onto a gradient of blue, flowing gently toward the estuary.
I stood there for a while, but then snapped back to reality and headed to the estuary to watch the sunrise.Although the sunrise was slightly off-center from the estuary, the sun rising from the Pacific Ocean entertained me by constantly changing its appearance.