The twenty-knot wind pushed the sea and piled up the whitecaps along the horizon lining them up like a frothing regatta. The blustery weather is strong but not threatening because it is warm and dry. Still, the wind whipped trees undulating all around me, creating dissimilar sounds as they brush together, affecting the possibility of danger. In the background the breathing of the breaking sea powerfully rolling onto the beach composes a subtle symphony with the airstream and branches forcing me to reconnect to my senses by respecting the overwhelming surrounding nature.

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