Beautiful snow

The shark is not used to being out of water.
Though he is getting used to breathing air, he worries that the longer he is out of the ocean, it will be more difficult to return.
For this is all he has ever known since he was born.

Sitting on a bench.
Facing the calm ocean.
Snow fall on the grass.

However he already knows he can't return.
For just 3 days ago, he reentered the ocean and found a most disturbing thing. That the water felt like poison. The fluid that used to naturally fill his lungs now felt like the black smoke of a cigarette.
Smoke accidentally inhaled by a passerby of a modern designed smoking area in Yokohama. The ones with high metal framed walls of glass lined with green potted plants.
22 attractive people smoking. Handsome in business suits. Beautiful in 5cm heels.
Am I the one who is ugly? 
Cough-cough!

He regularly held his breath as all his sea friends congratulated him on his graduation of tech school. An achievement non other within his group is aware of. For no one leaves the ocean.
Pair up. Have children. Get married. Have more children. Rack up debt.
And hope to God that you don't divorce.
And hope to God you do get a divorce so you can pair up again with someone better because you're entitled to better without regret. That perfect Disney dream.
Cough-cough!

Sitting on a bench.
Facing the calm ocean.
Ten thousand kilometers from home.
Snow fall on the grass.

He's a shark. He should be feared.
He is not. Out of the water, in society, he is an ant.
A single ant among 7.9 billion.

-2 concerned police officers-
Hello! Are you ok?
It's snowing. It's very cold to be out by the ocean alone.

Thank you for your concern. I have no intentions of going into the ocean.
It's very too cold. I like being dry.
The air from here has a familiar smell. A smell of home.
I have no intention of going back.
It is illegal to be sitting here?

Across the bay the Battle ship Mikasa is covered in white.
Three sets of foot prints lead to the ocean side bench.
Another two sets return back to nearby road where the red taillights of a vehicle disappear in the light snow fall.

His home is society. He can't go back. Mastering how to walk better and breath air is the way forward from now on.
It's getting too cold now.

No longer sitting on a bench.
Facing the ocean.
Three sets of footprints leading away from the ocean side bench back to a nearby road.
Snow fall on the grass.

Society is interesting.
Expect the unexpected.
It's not a bad thing to feel lonely.