84 days: Stones in the Rain

Today I went to Qixingtan Beach despite the overcast sky. There's something mesmerizing about a beach when it's draped in grays and silvers, with the sea reflecting the muted tones of the sky. The pebbles, glistening from the drizzle, created a mosaic underfoot, each step making a soft, crunching sound. As I walked along the shore, I noticed the waves rolling in slowly, almost cautiously, and the occasional call of a seagull echoing in the still air. There weren't many people around, which didn't bother me. It felt like a private performance between the sea and the sky.

I spent some time sketching the patterns of foam where the waves met the pebbles. There was a fleeting delicacy in the way each wave dissipated, leaving traces of white against the dark stones. I let the drizzle soak into my hair, the chill a reminder of how small yet present I was in this vast, untamed scene.

By the end of the walk, my thoughts were clearer, more in tune with the ebb and flow of the tide. It's a day I won't forget - a quiet, rainy beach day that left me both serene and deeply moved.