When the waves below the pier begin to sway with the morning sunlight

"bang"

A swift motion stops alarm.
Kicking off the twisted bed sheets, he stretches his arms and legs.

The sunlinght peeks in from the curtains,hitting his desk spotlight on
a group of photograph taken on "that day"

"have a good day"

Hearing a voice sending him off from behind, he hurriedly heads out the door.

As he looks up from his bicycle, the blue summer sky lies before him

Taichi, 17, Hign school days.


Once again,
the adventure evolves