Free winds gingerly played and rolled over my flowing hair, filling my lungs with unfiltered purity. The sea stretched endless, completely uninterrupted, overpowering the scene as it reached for the horizon, tickling the sky with its colossal waves.

And oh, the sky; an amalgamation of opulence and untainted innocence, with pure white clouds moving with lethargic elegance, decorating the deep orange sky with delicacy and grace. The birdsongs that echoed, bouncing off the clouds like a child’s plaything, moved all the way until they reached me, mixing and combining to make the most sonorous cacophony of music I could’ve asked for, an ensemble of natural beauty that did not need to be seen for it to be felt.

What a day. Truly, what a marvellous day.

The grass beneath my bare feet felt fresh and young, and as I walked towards the edge, I knew a sight like this was one in a million. Below, golden sands rolled over each other in playful harmony, silk-like in motion.

The jagged rocks, mighty fangs of Mother Nature, seemed to welcome a plethora of life; from barnacles to crabs to baby turtles waddling along, full of life, full of potential.

I wonder if they will welcome mine.

I breathed in this moment one last time, even though I knew my mind would never be truly able to grasp it all, and let go.

It was such a wonderful fall-