Dreaming?

The azure water gently laps at the shore, each wave a soothing whisper. I dig my toes into the soft, warm sand, almost as fine as silk. My footsteps leave imprints that are quickly erased by the caress of the foam-tipped tide. The morning breeze carries the scent of salt and sun-drenched coconut palms. Rays of sunlight dance on the sea's surface, glinting like diamonds. Far in the distance, white sails skim the horizon. Seabirds circle overhead then plunge with skillful elegance to catch fish. Their calls intermingle with the rhythmic pulse of waves. Rollerbladers gracefully maneuver down the oceanside path, weaving around strollers and cyclists. The beach is steadily filling but remains peaceful. Some build sandcastles, while others simply sit, observing subtle details - tiny crabs scuttling in rock pools, flecks of mica glittering in the wet sand. There is an unspoken reverence for this place of immense beauty and calm. I feel my senses come alive here but also a sense of coming.