I cannot get it out of my mind. In my subconsciousness, I still feel the blowing wind in my face and I still feel the fine grainy sand under my feet. I am still stuck to a time of no worries. Sigh… This path leads to a beach called Zenith, if I recall correctly.
I was away for a few days and I am on post-trip blues. This battered path leads to at least two stations that used to house a gun each during the World War II to protect a natural harbor close by. I wonder how it feels like during the night with clear sky and stars [...]