The ocean was thundering: the water was agitated, the waves splashing on the rocks, and the wind, trying to find its way between the nude branches of the trees, was displacing the brown leaves on my path.
But the sky was intense blue, white clouds moving fast and spreading around, and the sun, not warming much at this time of the year, was present and immersed its bright light surrounding.
Little mountains were present in the background, and we could ask if this cold wind came from that far…
… but the seagulls were sun bathing on this little rock, and I was waiting for them to be splashed…
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