She remembers last summer. The sun was melting into the sky. It seemed to bring a sort of dense atmosphere that felt refreshing. She could see seven shades of blue waves overlapping one another, creating a soothing sound.  And also a flock of birds flying just inches above the surface, searching for preys. She could feel the cool breeze giving her the taste and smell of the brine. Between the rolling waves she sits intoxicated of the breath of Mother Earth, of nature and all the wonder She holds. She smiled. She tried to capture every fleeting moment. Everything.