Huilai | Deserted Beach

Cycling by, I rarely encountered a deserted beach. Sitting alone under a rock facing away from the sun, I greedily felt the moment. As dusk approached, I remembered my bike was still up there. I quickly went up to bring it down and sat with it on the beach, continuing my date with the sea breeze. The sea breeze was golden, coming from the end of the clouds, spreading across the beach, enveloping me and my bike. The sea breeze was salty, coming from the blue expanse in front of me, brushing past my face, stirring the calm behind me. The sea breeze was free, coming as it pleased, sweeping across my brows, lingering behind me, on the tips of the grass, and on the distant windmills. The sea breeze was cool, coming from the depths of the Pacific Ocean, passing through my sleeves, taking away the restless reflection dancing on the sweat beads. Hungry, it turns out the sea breeze comes from the southeast. Then let's find a place to drink some northwest wind. On the long road, one should have some pursuits to make it meaningful. For example, the endless northwest wind, the endless road, and those unsalted stories....