Salty, the taste of summer
Windy, your hair’s flying
Sandy, no seashells in it?

Shades of colors cover the sky
My feet hurt from walking in bear foot

Late night snack is all I want
Not to mention the soccer afterward

But I’d like to say thanks
and

It’s a nice start to the summer

: my first ever poem i typed in
it’s first draft, nothing complecated

my lovely friends took me to the beach in Kamakura on the first Saturday of my summer vaca, July 29.
It took almost 2hrs just to get there cause it was super conjested, but the beach breeze which was too strong blew away all of the stress.

Nice start to my summer, writing down those memories at the end of it.