The hills look like they’ve been napping for centuries.

The hills seemed ancient yet unbothered by the passage of time. Their slopes were draped in green, spilling gently into the golden sand below. The water shifted between shades of turquoise and deep blue, as if it couldn’t decide which face to show. I noticed how the waves rolled lazily onto the shore—small gestures of an ocean at ease. Even the clouds above seemed to linger in thought, casting soft shadows over the bay. From this vantage point, it felt like I was privy to a secret—a moment of harmony between land and sea that few might ever witness.