I think, no matter how many years later, the evening on the beach, I will remember clearly, every detail, every tiny change, even the call of seabirds, are vivid in my mind, just like amber of a time, in the golden haze, the whole afternoon has been preserved in my mind.

I think that dusk should be one of the best dusks in my life, not one of them.

The sea breeze is slight, cool and bright, and the sunset with mottled and continental halo sprinkles on the sea, dotted with stars, dyeing the picture into orange and gold.

Everything is like a dream. It's real and illusory. It's not...