Enoshima-----a place of delightful memories for my boyfriend and me. This is a kind of irony. The same ocean that once provided the greatest and the happiest time in my entire life is now separating us. We went to this place just before I came to the United States. Rain started dropping on the way to Enoshima beach. We could hear the dripping from inside of my boyfriend's car. But we kept going because we believed the rain would stop for us. And, by the time we reached the beach, the sun was there and was smiling warmly on us. We could see the ocean through the car windows, so we opened them to feel the air from the ocean. The car was filled at once with the humid, bitter smell of the ocean. That smell reminded me of summer days in my childhood. We parked the car and went down to the shore. The wind was blowing strongly on that day, and white splinters ran frantically across the ocean. I wondered if the ocean was laughing or raging. The ocean and the sky must be good friends, for when we stared at the horizon, the different hues of blue held hands. I told him that the ocean is blue because it reflects the blue sky. We swam in the salty, sky blue water. We heard people chattering , music from the beach houses and the shouts of the men who work on them, but all that noise was drowned out by gurgling water, as if it were trying to win a competition. The warm sand was so comfortable after we swam, and the odor of barbecuing seafood attracted our appetite. We lay on the powdery sand while the sun burned us from up above. It was the most wonderful time I have ever had, but the time passed incredibly quickly. Soon the sun had fallen from the crown of the sky, leaving orange and red fading belts. Another blue was there, slightly darker than before, wearing a cloudy dress. They the sky put on her black mantle. The mast ropes of yachts in the harbor were humming with the mischievous wind, sounding like thousands of ringing bells. On the way back home, he dropped two pink seashells into my hand. Those shells bring me back to that day on the beach of Enoshima, with my boyfriend. Now the same ocean is separating us. Or perhaps the same ocean is the only bond that is connecting us, under the same blue sky.

 

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