I am flying. I am flying along the sea shore.
I see thousands of clouds, sea waves, and people who laugh, who take photos of themselves. ; I know it in my mind that they are tourists; they just come here and go.
They look up the sky, put their toes in the sand which is soaked up with sea water.
They are talking about daily, trifling matter. Just like how they talk in everywhere else.
They are tourists; they just come and go.
I fly to the north, fly across the hemisphere, fly to the place where nothing but winter can stay.
Photo taken in Shonan shore & Notoro Misaki, Japan