The trees seem to be planning a beach holiday of their own.

The bay stretched below like a painter’s unfinished masterpiece—each curve and color deliberate yet inviting interpretation. The sandy beach hugged the coastline with a quiet intimacy, while the water shimmered faintly under the muted light of the overcast sky. Hills rolled into the distance like waves frozen in time, their green cloaks occasionally interrupted by pockets of human settlement. I noticed how the trees closest to me swayed gently in the breeze, their branches framing this tableau as if trying to claim it for themselves. Even in its stillness, the scene seemed alive with whispers of stories untold.