This is the first time I visited Ouchijuku. The night before, the surrounding mountains had its first snow, and the planting in the post town became the first ice. The sky was cloudy, so I arrived a little depressed, but it was early in the morning and there were few people, but the few trees with autumn leaves that remained warmed my feelings. The people of the post town were also very kind, and my desire to support Fukushima became stronger. What I can do now is to convey the charm of Tohoku as much as possible.