Stories from the Horizon

「 I can smell the beach. 」

『 Oh? Really? 』

「 Hmm. Really. 」

『 But, I can smell the peanuts drying in the sun. 』

「。。。」

『 Hmm. Really. 』

Riding the scooter speeding along National Highway 228, We hit the beach in summer, Listening to the waves telling stories from the horizon…