'Even the trees here are doing abstract art.'

The wind here has a way of sculpting everything it touches. The branches sprawled out before me looked like they had been frozen mid-dance, their gnarled forms a tribute to resilience. Behind them, the Remarkable Rocks perched confidently on their granite stage, as if daring the sea to erode them further. The air was heavy with salt and sunlight, a combination that seemed to amplify every detail—the shimmer of the ocean beyond, the texture of the stone underfoot. I crouched down to trace my fingers along one of the twisted branches. It felt smooth yet brittle, like a memory preserved in wood.