50 

Years ago

The car pulled up to the dock. The morning was light blue scattered with clouds almost as though someone had puffed some white smoke and then smeared it on the sky spreading it lightly on the canvas. Today he would come. He reeled in the fishing line with care, the rope dripping emerald drops as it rippled slowly out on the seas surface. The sea could be so calm sometimes. 海は静かなかな。