It is summer, the weather is nice, the sun is shining, it is hot, 30 degree or more, On my skin I feel a soft wind.
Sitting on a sand dune at the beach I stare at the ocean.
The water masses are moving, up and down, up and down.
The waves pushes forward and then breaking with a loud noise at the beach.
Every time little bit of water reaches my feet. It feels good.
The water is cold.
With my toe I drill into the wet sand, grab some sand and build a hill.
Then, the next wave flow over it, overcome my small little hill and the hill is gone.
Nothing remains.
Only sand everywhere, like before, like nothing had happened....