The clouds look like they’re debating whether to rain or nap.

The coastline stretched out like a painter’s brushstroke, deliberate yet free. The green of the hills rolled seamlessly into the sand below, while the ocean seemed to breathe in hues of blue. I watched as the clouds shifted gently above, their reflections softening the water’s surface. It struck me how this place felt both vast and intimate—an expanse of nature that invited you to lose yourself in its quiet rhythm. Even from this height, I could sense the pull of the tide below, a reminder that even stillness holds movement within it.