In spring, it is the dawn. The mountain ridges gradually whiten and begin to brighten slightly, with thin, purple-tinted clouds trailing delicately across the sky, creating a scene of exquisite beauty.
In summer, the nights. The moon, of course, is beautiful, but also the darkness, with many fireflies flitting to and fro. And even when there are just one or two, faintly glowing as they move, it is charming. Rain falling is also delightful.
In autumn, it is the evening. The sun sets, drawing close to the mountain's edge, and the sight of crows hurrying to their roosts in threes and fours, twos and threes, is deeply moving. Even more so, the sight of geese flying in formation, appearing so small, is of exquisite beauty. As the sun completely sets, the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects are beyond words.
In winter, the early mornings are best. Snowfall needs no mention. Even when the frost is intensely white, or even without it, the cold is severe, and hastily lighting a fire and carrying the charcoal is truly fitting. As the day progresses and the chill gradually eases, the brazier's fire becomes covered with white ash, which is less appealing.