The seaside breeze gently swayed her track jacket. She, Miyako, loved that jacket so much that she could not even feel the heat of early summer. The jacket was like a part of her soul, reflecting her personality and passion. Her expression was hidden by the mask, but her eyes were alive and shining. Even the texture and suffocating nature of the mask was a symbol of security for her.
On a beautiful beach, however, she stepped into a different world. As she walks barefoot on the beach, her mind is liberated and the sound of the waves echoes inside her. The ocean whispered to her and the sun wrapped her warmly. A fantastic light filled the air around her, and it felt as if time had stopped.
Miyako played with the children building sand castles, and in that moment she was in pure joy. The children’s laughter blended with the ocean waves, and her truck-jacket Her truck jacket glistened in the sun. She smiled at the children from behind her mask. Her smile carried through her eyes, and even through the mask, one could feel the warmth of her smile.
Each time the ocean waves gently washed away the sandcastles, Miyako and the children began to build new ones. In this repetitive process, time passed and her heart was filled with peaceful joy. The sand castles were ephemeral, exposed to the waves, but each moment was a precious treasure to her.
As the sun set over the ocean, Miyako quietly stood up and gently brushed off her sand-covered track jacket. She took in the panoramic view of the ocean, and was mesmerized by its beauty. On this day, Miyako became not just another woman playing on the beach, but a poet capturing the beauty of the moment. And she smiled quietly, knowing that this small moment would turn into great happiness.
海辺の風が彼女のトラックジャケットを優しく揺らした。初夏の暑さを感じさせないほど、彼女、ミヤコはそのジャケットを愛していた。ジャージは彼女の魂の一部のようなもので、彼女の個性と情熱を映し出していた。彼女の表情はマスクで隠れていたが、目は生き生きと輝いていた。マスクの質感や息苦しささえも、彼女にとっては安心の象徴だった。
しかし、美しいビーチで、彼女は別世界に足を踏み入れた。浜辺を裸足で歩くと、彼女の心は解放され、波の音が彼女の内側に響く。海は彼女にささやきかけ、太陽は彼女を暖かく包んだ。幻想的な光が彼女を包み込み、まるで時が止まったかのように感じた。
子供たちと砂の城を作って遊び、その瞬間、ミヤコは純粋な喜びに包まれた。子どもたちの笑い声が海の波に溶け込み、彼女のトラックジャケットが太陽の光を受けてキラキラと輝いた。彼女はマスクの奥から子供たちに微笑みかけた。その微笑みは目から伝わり、マスク越しでも彼女の微笑みの温かさを感じることができた。
海の波が砂の城を優しく押し流すたびに、ミヤコと子供たちは新しい砂の城を作り始めた。その繰り返しで時間は流れ、ミヤコの心は穏やかな喜びで満たされた。砂の城は波にさらわれた儚いものだったが、その一瞬一瞬が彼女にとってかけがえのない宝物だった。
夕日が海に沈む頃、ミヤコは静かに立ち上がり、砂にまみれたジャージをそっと脱いだ。海を一望し、その美しさに心を奪われた。この日、ミヤコはビーチで遊ぶただの女性ではなく、その瞬間の美しさをとらえる詩人になった。そして、このささやかな瞬間が大きな幸せに変わることを知りながら、彼女は静かに微笑んだ。
