We were up at 5 am. That is what you have to do here in Japan if you want to go to the beach and avoid the killer traffic. It wasn’t that bad because at least I knew I would be able to soak up the salt and sun for a whole day.
Being from Miami, Florida I really have yet to see any beach in Japan that really can compare to back home. The beaches here are a bit like that in Northern Cali. The sand party are small. The rocks and hills lead directly into the water. The water’s temperature is on the cold side for me. I had to get pretty heated up by the blasting sun in order to take a cool plunge into the Pacific.
It was amazing watching the colors of both the sky and the sea change all day long. It all depended on the clouds and the tide. At times the hue was the bluest blue I had seen since Florida. Other times it was dull green.
I just wanted to be by the seaside. The sun singed my Teva sandaled feet. The salty air whipped through our little tarp. I just wanted to be by the pounding surf that rolled in with high tide. It is another pace for life. The ebb and flow of the water. The fisherman going out into the cold water in search of golden fish.
Just being me by the sea. It doesn’t really matter that most of the beach has been covered in concrete. I can imagine a time when it wasn’t. The shore side may have changed but the ocean is true to who it always has been.