Even the rocks seem to enjoy a golden tan.

The pier stretched out like a winding thought, its edges framed by jagged rocks that seemed to tumble into the water with purpose. The wooden posts along its path bore signs that pointed nowhere in particular, as if they existed only to remind you to keep moving forward. The air here carried a mix of salt and sun-warmed earth, grounding me in the moment. Further ahead, a lighthouse stood resolute against the gentle waves—a solitary figure watching over this quiet stretch of coast. I paused to take it all in, letting the golden light wrap around me like an old familiar coat.