After running this morning, I walked to the beach and reached the port. Here, the morning breeze blended with the fragrance of the sea and enfolded me again, recalling to memory.
I stood on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves beating against the water. It was like listening to soft, soothing music from nature. In the distance there is a tower that makes it possible for ships to sail on the sea.
I took pictures of the waves, the lighthouse, the boat, and the morning light with my cell phone. It is like a story waiting to be rediscovered in this port.
Moments like this should be remindful of simple truths that pile dust in the corners of our lives. A port is just not a place; it holds up life just to show it can be savored slowly in consciousness.
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