⚲ Kamakura, Japan.
It was a small coastline village, one of those with a salty ocean flavour. One of those where the people go slowly, where the people change the rhythm.
It was one of those small villages where you go running to the shore, to feel the ocean on your feet and listen to the waves.
One of those where you write without thinking in what you’re thinking, and where you look for shells in the sand.
It was one of those small villages with the sound of the sea, with pastel-colored fishing nets and oxide in the anchors.
It was one of those small village where you sit and take your time to chill with others, or where you lost yourself to find yourself.