This beach looks like it’s practicing social distancing.

The sand curved gently along the water’s edge as though it had been sculpted by a patient hand. The clouds above moved slowly, their dark tones contrasting with the golden light that lingered stubbornly on the horizon. I stood for a moment where the sand met the water, letting the cool breeze carry whispers of distant waves. A lone piece of driftwood lay half-buried near my feet, its edges worn smooth by time. Across the water, faint outlines of trees and city structures seemed to float in a hazy stillness. It was a scene that felt alive yet unhurried—a place where nature’s rhythm dictated time.