Literature
Hajime no Bide
The mild heat of the sun blanketed the sand and sea, the white light glittering off the water's surface. The gentle back and forth of the waves against the rocks was always the same, the white sand always sitting at the border, dividing the land and sea with land like the sea. The wind buffeted through the air, a wash of cold from the north, all together a comfort.
Hajime stood on the natural embankment balanced atop the stone in the golden rooster stands on one leg position. A breath filled his lungs with the humid air as he opened his eyes, the wind picking up just enough to carry the spray of sea foam up onto his pant leg. He shifted,
