Beach walking: where every step is a free pedicure.

The sand beneath my feet was cool and damp as I wandered along the edge of the water. Each wave seemed to arrive with its own quiet story before retreating into the vastness of the ocean. A lone figure ahead walked at an unhurried pace, their silhouette framed against the pale glow of distant mountains. I found myself drawn to the rhythm of it all—the ebb and flow of water meeting land, the soft rustle of wind through the trees lining the beach. It felt as though time itself had slowed down to match this gentle cadence. There was no rush here, no urgency—just the steady pulse of nature reminding me that simplicity is its own kind of luxury.