It was fine again on the sixteenth. I went to the Colored Beach to pick up some pink shells. I sailed the distance of seven miles in a boat and arrived at the beach in no time, aided by a favorable wind. A man by the name of Tenya accompanied me, with servants, food, drinks and everything else he could think of that we might need for our excursion. The beach was dotted with a number of fisherman's cottages and a tiny temple. As I sat in the temple drinking warm tea and sake, I was overwhelmed by the lonliness of the evending scene.

Lonlier I thought
Than the Suma beach -
The closing of autumn
On the sea before me.

Mingled with tiny shells
I saw scattered petals
Of bush-clovers
Rolling with the waves.

I asked Tosai to make a summary of the day's happenings and leave it at the temple as a souvenir.