Even the rocks here have more personality than me!

The pathway curved ahead like an invitation to explore more stories etched into stone. Each rock was a canvas, some playful with cartoonish doodles, others heartfelt with names and dates that seemed to anchor memories to this very spot. A few were faded from years of sun and salt air, but even their weathered colors added to the charm. The waves rolled in rhythmically on one side while the grassy park stretched out on the other. A couple walked their dogs nearby, their laughter mingling with the distant crash of waves. It felt like walking through a scrapbook left open for anyone to read.