Hot sand burns his feet as soon as he Buddha parts with his shoes. It was as if the sun was trying to burn everything that its omnipresent hot fingers could reach, and therefore a change in wardrobe to a shirt and shorts. But of course the sunglasses will never leave the bridge of his nose. A light sea breeze blows his hair, reminding him of the heavy gold earrings that he will have to part with during his beach holiday. He only has with him a sports bag with a crazy logo, into which jewelry that is dear to both the heart and wallet is neatly placed. The bag remains lying in the shadows under the watchful eye of Indra, while the Buddha decides to explore the uncrowded beach. There were a couple of customers at the bar counter, and a little further away there was a volleyball net. It is not surprising that the gods practically never come here. However, he found several familiar faces, including Brünnhilde. The azure sky appears turquoise due to the color of the clear water. The beach seems modest and secluded, because of the cape that spreads out on both sides of the beach, protecting it from the rest of the world with a stone wall. At the bar counter, the wind blows again on the enlightened one, distracting him from studying the refrigerator with ice cream, the hat that fell right at his feet, your hat.

This must be yours?

Buddha asks, picking up his headdress from the sand to give it to you.