SES: Wakkanai

Note

Around the end of September, along the Saropet line.

Story

It's around 16:00, the skies are becoming slightly darker. I'm not exactly sure if it is really darker because the cloud or the fog fuzzies the remaining sunlight, but judging from the time, it probably is getting darker.

I open the door and land my feet on the ground for a first time in several hours. It's not always good how human civilisation has retreated from corners like this into the more hopeful settlements, but it's good to be able to park wherever and whenever I want to.

There is no wind, almost. Which is curious. I think nine times out of eight these coasts are terrifyingly windy, and it has something to do with the air pressure difference and stuff. Maybe sometimes you just get the perfect balance between the sea and the land so the air stays mostly stationary.

The reeds along the coastline wave even to this slightest movement of air. I think they have been blown around for so long that their default state is not straight up any more. The reeds point towards various directions at various angles, or I should say, azimuths. The sun emits its electrons from behind the clouds and maybe also fog from an even lower place. It's about to go under the horizon. But before that eventually happens, the light does not change drastically. Especially when the light is being dispersed, diffracted, diffused by all the clouds and the fog. It's a very smooth and subtle light, with an almost mist-like texture. Well, part of the atmosphere is probably really mist.