You were in California, living near the ocean. You were visiting some small surf camp. You liked tge atmosphere here - friendly active people, wild big waves, smell of fireplace, quiet sounds of a guitar. You glanced at the young woman, playing the guitar. She was beautiful and mysterious in the dim lights of fire. Her long black hair was wet after surfing. You heard her name was Lea. Somewhere in another dimension I can hear you asking me why~ She sang.