Nature’s way of saying 'hold on tight!'

The wind carried a sharp saltiness as it rushed past me, tugging at my clothes and hair with relentless determination. The waves below crashed against jagged rocks like they were rehearsing an ancient rhythm. I stood there watching as the ocean seemed both infinite and untouchable. A few branches danced in the breeze above me, framing this wild expanse with their delicate defiance. The air felt alive here—raw and untamed—as if it were reminding me that nature doesn’t wait for anyone’s permission to be beautiful.