The ocean called—said it was running out of blue because of this view.

The waves seemed to carry whispers from distant shores as they gently lapped against the beach. The headland stood like a sentinel draped in green, a contrast to the ever-changing blues of the ocean. I stepped closer to the edge where the foliage thinned, catching glimpses of small tide pools glistening in the sunlight. Each pool held its own little world—tiny crabs scuttling over rocks and seaweed swaying with the rhythm of the water. It felt as though time slowed here, the world reduced to simple elements: water, sand, and sky. I couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly nature crafts such moments of perfection.