October 1, 2011 Enoshima Island
It was a perfect day on the rocks, the sea between us and the setting sun. We ate sandwiches and split an apple pastry, it was a late lunch. Three dimensional clouds and neon bright jet streams entertained us before the golden hour. Then a moment to remember. We drank plum wine, to celebrate the twilight. It tasted more like medicine, but it didn’t spoil the mood. A picture, a memory, a footnote to that day.