I still look at this photo today.
I miss the warmth of the dry and crisp sunlight and how it gently diffuses through our skins. I miss that vibrant colour of everything with our sunnies. I miss that single-coach train that we had to request it to stop at that tiny station. I miss the walk from the station to the beach, the sound of our flip flops flapping on the sidewalks of the empty A4080.
A year ago, 6078 miles away, on that bright blue summer day. We visited this little beach on Anglesey . We swam in the ice cold water. We chased after the Frisbee. We stole wood from Newborough Forest to make a fire. I ended up in a surprise party at my mates' house. They had made me a birthday cake with ‘happy birthday’ and my name in Chinese characters on it.
The sky was blue. The air was fresh with the smell of the sea and bonfire.
My skin was dark. The people were happy.
The sound of sea waves, music and us, intertwined.
I almost can still hear it.