Early November sun spread lavishly its remaining warmth while the wind and the sea were absorbed in the ancient game of seduction, whispering gently to each other in a tongue only known by themselves. Gulls soared above in silence, riding the winds, scanning the landscape.
Other creatures were out there, too, trying to get the most of the nature's generosity, indulging in the unexpected warmth while listening to the ancient songs of the sea and the wind and catching a glimpse of the gulls' wings glistening in sunlight.
The shade was not a place to be, though. The songs there were harsh and bitter and reminiscent of the long winter nights lying ahead. But it was still a time for light and warmth, for a short while at least.
