Gray Wind

I had to wake up at half-past six; I needed to take care of a small task and then go for a walk with a friend. It's so nice to wake up in the morning on a weekday when you don't have to go out for all sorts of silly things. No school, no work, nothing. For some reason, I remembered how I used to wake up early in the morning with my grandfather to go fishing. It was quiet, only the birds were singing softly, and the sea was murmuring; there was no one around, it was nice. As soon as I finished with the task, my friend wrote that he wouldn't be able to go for a walk today, and I didn't feel like going back to sleep. I decided to go for a walk alone. I remembered that I live near the sea and thought it would be nice to go to the beach. Unlike in summer, there were almost no people there, just a few pensioners and a couple of athletes. I sat on a bench, sat on the sand, stood, breathed the air, looked at the sea, thought about the meaninglessness of my life, and listened to music. At least for a short time, my mood improved. It was a little chilly, but that was okay. Overall, it was great; I should do this more often.