Hi, This is muchi.
The prefecture where I was born and raised has many distinctive offshore islands. My hometown itself isn't located on one, but the sea has always felt very close.
The other day, on a sudden impulse, I finished work, hopped on a train, and caught the last ferry of the night. I spent the hours from midnight to early morning enjoying fishing on one of those islands.
It was a weekday night, and I was completely alone. Well, to be precise, a grey heron stood in front of me the entire time for some reason. Perhaps I had unknowingly taken what was usually his—or her—prime fishing spot.

It took me about three hours from my house to the fishing spot. I can’t say whether that’s short or long. What I do know is that, when I was a child, this place should have been physically even closer.
And yet, back then, I didn’t even know it existed. I had no access to that kind of information.
Thanks to good timing, I had such a great catch that I barely had a moment to rest before the first ferry of the morning arrived.
I didn’t even know back then that these fish could be caught using lures.



And so, I ended up spending several rare hours without a single erotic thought crossing my mind.
Honestly, that might be a once-in-a-year kind of miracle for me!
