~Iwasehama Beach~ Summer's Slow Time~

After the tide receded, the beach of Iwasehama Beach was covered with wave marks, and the wet fine sand made a sticky creaking sound when it collapsed under the feet. The seaweed washed ashore curled into dark green silk under the scorching sun, occasionally mixed with a few glass fragments with worn edges, flashing turbid fluorescence in the sun. The remains of the sand castle built by children were gradually licked and collapsed by the tide, and crabs poked their claws out of the holes, leaving a trail of hair-thin crawling marks. The awning of the seaside teahouse was rustling in the sea breeze, the glass on the wooden tray was condensed with water droplets, the sound of ice cubes hitting mixed with the whistle of the yacht in the distance, the faded wooden railings were polished to a shine by countless hands covered with sunscreen, and the remaining sand between the fingers fell with the movement of flipping through magazines.