Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Drifting Waters


Sweet June is here, the month that will always remind me of school being over and summer break sweeping in, warm sunshine, walks outside, slow California afternoons. The salty wind whipped at our faces that day, but the weather was warm enough not to feel unbearably cold. I stood mesmerized by the roll of the waves, over and over, washing smoothly over the shell-scattered sand as the buildings of Tokyo poked out from the distant horizon.