桜 & 恋

Sunday, October 03, 2010

BY the sea

I remembered the route we took, the hot milo you bought. The little conversation over the rock interrupted by some creepy crawlies. You kept staring into the horizon; thinking back, I thought you’were thinking of someone . . .

I was back at east coast park. The tide of sea as if orchestrated by breeze accompanied by the rustle of leaves never failed to serenade me from within. They bring me smile.

I’d found my refuge by the sea.

Have you found one?

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桜 & 恋