I love wild, deserted beaches—places untouched by the rush of life, free from people, umbrellas, loungers, cars, ice cream vendors, and music. These beaches are shrouded in mystery, awakening an imagination nurtured by books and films. They seem to transport you to another reality, a parallel world.

There, I can exist fully in a single moment, pausing to watch the dry grass sway, growing in wild clumps straight from the sand. The waves will slowly roll in, one after another, spreading across the reddish-brown sands, while the sun gently sinks toward the horizon, becoming softer with each passing moment.

I will wander aimlessly along the shore in complete silence, discovering shells and stones hidden in the sand.

Yes, we will all stay silent, afraid to disturb these fleeting moments of unity with nature and eternity, perhaps recalling Ray Bradbury, and thinking about how good it feels to be here, right now.

Or maybe it's good where we will never be