Spotting an opening between two typhoons, I set off for the ocean.
Arriving at dawn, I found the sea blanketed by fog.
Hot air, laden with moisture from relentless days of extreme heat, was flowing over the water.
The stroll to the beach felt like entering a steam bath. I couldn’t help wanting to jump in the water.
As I have aged, the ocean has grown increasingly distant.
I don’t remember when I last swam and frolicked in the waves.
Venturing out under the broiling sun is dangerous, these mid-summer days.
I invite you to journey into your heart,
guided by distant memories of blue sea and white clouds, and reflect on your life.
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Spotting an opening between two typhoons, I set off for the ocean.
Arriving at dawn, I found the sea blanketed by fog.
Hot air, laden with moisture from relentless days of extreme heat, was flowing over the water.
The stroll to the beach felt like entering a steam bath. I couldn’t help wanting to jump in the water.
As I have aged, the ocean has grown increasingly distant.
I don’t remember when I last swam and frolicked in the waves.
Venturing out under the broiling sun is dangerous, these mid-summer days.
I invite you to journey into your heart,
guided by distant memories of blue sea and white clouds, and reflect on your life.