'That tree must have a great view but terrible neighbors.'

There was something almost heroic about that tree. Its roots dug stubbornly into stone, and its branches stretched toward the sea as if daring gravity to intervene. I stood there longer than I should have, watching it sway gently in the breeze. The water below seemed indifferent to its efforts—a vast expanse that neither encouraged nor discouraged. A small cluster of shrubs clung to the rocks nearby, their leaves trembling like they were whispering secrets I couldn’t hear. The wind carried a faint chill now, brushing against my face like a reminder that time here moved differently. I picked up a pebble and rolled it in my palm before letting it fall back to its place among countless others. It felt like an offering to something ancient and unyielding.