The hills look like they’re competing for the best beach view.

The trail leading up was steep but forgiving, as if it knew the view at the top would be worth every step. From here, the bay unfolded in shades of blue and green that seemed almost unreal. The hills wore their foliage like old cloaks, patched with scars of exposed earth where time had left its mark. I noticed how the waves below moved with a quiet rhythm, their edges dissolving into the sand like whispered secrets. Above me, the clouds thickened but held their rain—a silent pact with this moment of calm. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if reluctant to disturb what lay before us.