…the water was doing her hypnotic moves, dancing her waves. From time to time small, frightening splashes would finish in fabulous water embroidery that is fast swallowed by the sand.

This beach is a few kilometers wide and with the endless view of the sea, the wind blowing on your face, it looks like an endless story.

Not cold at all!

While I dig my feet in the damp sand, freshly covered with a spiral of foamy water, small colored stones brought by the movement shine like crazy.

The horizon makes an impression of peach pink light and the waves break down at my feet.

Comfortable pleasures are coming!

In a few seconds, the sand becomes perfectly smothered, shiny, leveling. It’s as if the dreamy water motion impulsively tries to keep the shore clean and flawless.
Whenever I see this, my wrinkled forehead instantly smooths.
Finally, relaxed, energy.