A gray day when everything seems to stand still. The beach is quiet and deserted. The atmosphere slow and peaceful. Breakwaters are mostly submerged in the sea. I remember how as a child I used to jump from one breakwater to another and feel closer and closer to the sea. Shortly after an unspectacular sunset, the sun still shows some color and light around the horizon. Stepping from one wooden pole to the next wooden pole, moving towards the light on the horizon.