On the landing bridge, I was gazing at the night shore under a cloak of people who were enjoying being exposed to a night wind. There were bijou, glancing lights of many sailboats which were riding in the distance.

I went by the pier and made my way down the stairs and continued through to the lower level. A quiet hallway was made a gentle descent and enticed me to go foreword. Up the road, there was a wide open door showing an Armenian blue night sky and ocean over the door frame.

The beach drew nearer than the view from the bridge. A few shadows was moving by the beach. Though there were rooster tails heaving up and urging us to take precautions, a woman walked into the waves. Not surprisingly, she was carried off her feet immediately.

Deeper back downstairs was an exhibition room for ship models. There were rather big artificial ships which were supposed to be historical and related to the local bay, but nobody came to see them. In a room like inside of the ship, a couple and a young man just stood silently like sleeping birds.
(10/29/04)