The beach decided to dress up as a moody poet today.

The beach stretched out like an invitation to nowhere. The sand bore faint traces of footsteps now abandoned, leading only to the edge of the water where they vanished into the froth. Above it all, the clouds churned in quiet chaos, their layers folding into each other like restless thoughts. I stood there for a while, watching the waves roll in with an unhurried rhythm that seemed to mock the urgency of human life. It wasn’t loneliness I felt but something quieter—like being a small note in an endless symphony played by wind and water. The air smelled faintly of salt and distant rain. Somewhere far off, the horizon blurred into a line that didn’t seem to matter anymore.