The wind blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, damp air. The sand was so soft it felt like walking on cotton; you could walk barefoot for ages without it hurting your feet. Find a rock to sit on, and watch the waves crash in, breaking into white foam before receding, again and again, washing away all the jumbled thoughts in your mind. In the evening, collect half a basket of pretty seashells, buy a freshly steamed salt-baked crab, and gnaw on the crab meat as the sun sinks into the sea, the sky gradually turning orange-red. Even your hair smells of the sea; when you leave, you feel both empty and bright inside.