These rocks look like they’ve been through some hard times.

The breakwater stretched out like a jagged spine against the endless blue of the sea. Each rock seemed to carry its own story—some darkened by years of salt spray, others glowing golden under the sun’s gaze. I stepped closer and ran my hand over one of the boulders; its surface was rough and warm, like it had absorbed centuries of sunlight and sea air. The sound of waves crashing against the distant outcrop was calming in its repetition. A seagull perched nearby watched me with mild interest before flying off as if it had more pressing matters to attend to. The horizon felt infinite here, a reminder of how small we are against nature’s vast canvas. I found myself lingering longer than expected, caught in the quiet simplicity of it all.