Yuigahama Beach, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan, Friday Morning
This wasn't quite Hawaii -- it wasn't even Verona -- but all the same, Romeo was on the beach today. The waves and sand soothed him, even if it was still chilly enough that he had to keep his hooded sweatshirt firmly zipped.
He'd come in hopes being near the water would jar loose some words for a poetry class, but writing was still coming slowly. Still, he had faith that inspiration would strike. For now, he had sand to dribble through his fingers and the whole ocean to watch. He was content.
[OOC: For phone calls/texts/anybody who's in Japan.]
He'd come in hopes being near the water would jar loose some words for a poetry class, but writing was still coming slowly. Still, he had faith that inspiration would strike. For now, he had sand to dribble through his fingers and the whole ocean to watch. He was content.
[OOC: For phone calls/texts/anybody who's in Japan.]