In the captivity of a whirlwind between the sky and the sea 🌊

Standing over a precipice, the wind’s singing a secret song to me, whispering gently to my ear, playing with my hair.

The funny fluff of clouds, apparently, know the same song - they are dancing a barely perceptible dances with the vibrations of the air streams.

It seems that this slow tango is noticeable only to me.
The clouds are rising above and above in the next pa so easily and naturally.
At the bottom - the mirror of a blue and wavy sea reflects this performance.
Like an unknown bird, a man with a parachute is caught by a wave of wind and freely hovers over a static earth.

I descend on the moist pebbles of the heated slope and very soon the feet are pleasantly immersed in the warm sand of the long embankment.

Delicate clouds turned into a swarm and firmly tightened the sky.
The breeze, which gently whispered before, howled in a different tonality, and pulled the clouds into a weird silhouettes of fat sacs of moisture above the horizon.

Small wooden boats sway on the waves of the surf and, decorated with the bright ribbons, look festive.

The world around is plunged into the dusk and acquires some surreal color.
I sit down on the sand, closer to the water.

Crowds of smiling tourists with their cameras will disperse wherever soon. It’s gonna be only me, the fresh surf, the night breeze, ships on the horizon and a pleasant feeling of lightness - as the sea took away all the heavy thoughts, leaving only the absolute feeling of the bliss to be here and now.