The Afternoon the Oven Was Switched Off
The plan was perfect.
The images of the afternoon, the flavors too,
everything was set and complete.
When I stepped onto Suma Beach,
there it was:
a sea like a pure white lace curtain.
My mind, filled with the scent of bread,
was like dough rising with a sweet aroma.
When I stood frozen in front of the door,
the oven was quietly switched off.
The music from the dolphin show
at Kobe Suma Sea World
and the voices of people cheering
echoed heartlessly that afternoon.
On this day, it was
completely white, as if covered by a curtain.
On the way to the Suma yacht harbor, my head and mouth were full of sweet bread.
Croissants, cream buns, white bread... my fantasies just kept expanding.
But what stood before me were the words "Closed for a Private Event" and a sea wrapped in pure white mist.
It was an afternoon when my fluffy, rising expectations
quietly deflated.