Muses: When The Sun Goes Down

The sea surf is wonderful. The sound of the ocean, whose waves break on the sandy shore, whirling millions of grains of sand in its foam, somewhere in the Indian Ocean. This sound, its tonality, what is more capable of calming a person, if not the sound of a ocean wave?

Wet sand sticks to the back and hands, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation. Somewhere behind the noise of boats, dissecting the water surface like fish, they rush into the distance, disappearing over the horizon.

Calmness and unwillingness to cooperate with the outside world, being here, watching the masses, that you are infinitely more aware of your own potential, which is so incommensurable with the world around you. You feel like one of a million grains of sand, which over and over again excites the next wave and washes up to the shore.