The water tower stands like it's guarding the secrets of the sea.

The path led to an open expanse where the grass seemed to ripple in unison with the distant waves. The headland stretched out confidently into the sea, its edges jagged yet softened by time. A water tower stood at the crest of the hill like a quiet observer, its blue silhouette blending with the sky above. I wandered closer to the edge where the rocks met the water. The tide was gentler here, as if pausing for breath after its relentless assault further down. The horizon seemed endless, a meeting of blues that felt both calming and infinite. I couldn't help but marvel at how this place seemed untouched by urgency, as if it existed outside of time itself.