This place has wormed its way into my bloodstream.
I have sat in the sand reading and picnicked on the rocks.
I have gone running along these pathways and cooled my swollen feet in this water.
I have walked past so many smiling Japanese people, generous with their ohaio gazaimas and konnichiwa’s.
I will never forget the blues of these waters, the greens of this land.
It’s in my bloodstream, after all.