'When even the clouds decide to take it easy.'

The clouds hung low in the evening sky, their edges brushed with hints of fading sunlight. The water stretched out in an unbroken expanse of blue, its surface rippling gently as if whispering secrets to the shore. To my right, a line of modest houses peeked through sparse trees, their silhouettes softened by the distance. It felt like a place caught between two worlds—where human presence tiptoes around nature's quiet authority. A lone figure walked far ahead along the beach, their outline small against the vastness of sea and sky. I wondered if they felt the same pull I did—a need to walk not toward something but away from everything else.