A mellow song played by the failing stereos. The both of us slacked on the floor, listening to what would probably be our last song. A hilariously nostalgic melody stung at our hearts as we realized what a gift the Earth truly was.
The island was big enough for a three-hour walk around with a panoramic view of the Sea of Okhotsk. It was a rare occurrence for me, but I sometimes saw Sakhalin Island. From the manor, you could see the shimmering of their houses on the coastline—families upon families eating fish for dinner under a single kitchen light.