Palm trees: the overachievers of shade providers.

The curve of the road below felt like an invitation—an open gesture leading to this quiet patch of grass and trees. From above, the shadows stretched long and thin across the ground, as if they too were reaching for the water. Palm trees stood scattered like sentinels guarding the harbor’s edge. A single bench faced the horizon, empty but not lonely; it seemed content to wait for its next visitor. The air up here was still but alive with possibility. Below, a cyclist pedaled lazily along the road’s curve, their pace matching the unhurried rhythm of the scene. The water sparkled with a kind of effortless brilliance that made it hard to look away.