I feel the cool, fine sand on my bare feet, and with pleasure I dig my toes deeper into it. It's nice and quiet down here on the beach. Music is being played loudly on top of the cliff, but luckily it doesn't echo up to this point. The only sound is the steady rush of the waves.
The seemingly endless sky stretches across the sea, which appears almost black. Even now, late in the evening, not a single cloud is covering the numerous stars.
How peaceful it is down here.
My gaze wanders back up, where the artificial lighting outshines the twinkling of the stars.
Everything is dark down here. I only vaguely see the cliffs around me and the small, isolated boulders that are half buried in the sand.
With my eyes closed I allow the cooled sea water to caress my feet. As gently as a velvet cloth, it glides along my skin and makes me shudder.
In the distance I see the blinking of a ship.
I carefully lower myself on a stone and feel the wind in my hair.
Absently, I draw patterns in the damp sand with my finger, which in the next moment are carried away by the waves.
As I head back up the stairs, my gaze falls on the loungers that have been moved to one side.
How different the beach looks at night.
I should hurry, unfortunately they are already waiting for me upstairs.