Fourth Journey Day 36: Horizon Keeper
This morning I set out for Playa Blanca, drawn by the promise of serene shores and the rhythmic embrace of the sea. The path leading there was flanked by swaying palm trees, their fronds casting mottled shadows on the path. As I approached, the sound of the waves grew louder, a soothing cadence that seemed to echo the breath of the land itself.
The beach was a pristine stretch of white sand, breathtaking in its simplicity. Few visitors were present, leaving the place serene and unspoiled. I walked along the shore, the warm sand shifting beneath my feet. The tide brought small treasures - shells, coral fragments, and smooth stones, each carrying a whisper of the ocean's stories.
Sitting on a driftwood log, I let the waves lap at my toes. I watched the horizon, where clouds gathered like soft brushstrokes across the sky. Time seemed to slow down, the world narrowed to just the gentle crash of the surf and the salty air.
On the way back, I paused to take in the sight of the sea framed by lush greenery. There is something timeless about Baracoa's landscapes, a balance of earth and water that stirs something deep within. I carry this quiet energy with me as I close this day.
