I wanted to spend another day at the beach, but the weather was really cold. It was lightly raining and impossible to predict when this rainy weather would turn into a storm.

We finally made our minds and, despite all odds, reached the sea while the sky was hardly on the cover of night.

On the beach, the night still reigned, and in the dark, I could barely see the raging waves crashing on the beach.

I took off my shoes and started running on the wet sand. My feet embraced the soft sands, and the flat, beautiful path, the caress of raindrops, and the mysterious twilight made running extremely passionate and extraordinary.

A little later, my friends arrived and ran to the beach with a full heart, and there was a great deal of enthusiasm on the shore.

The joys of dawn, the dog that wouldn’t stop stalking our little friend. And so he sat there and imitated him!

We even went for a swim in the storm, but it was not easy to swim in the roaring waves that hit the shore. Eventually, our work got to the point where we endured the constant pounding of the waves or joined them, which in itself was very interesting and exciting.

In Summary: For the first time, I stepped into the stormy sea with no fear and no regret...