Sunshine on my Soul

I am on a deserted stretch of Bulgarian beach with not a single soul in sight. There is nothing but the sea, the sand, and the wind. I am alone with myself, alone with my soul. I am talking to myself: “Why am I feeling this way?”, “Is this going to last?”, “Will I be alone forever?”. The wind keeps blowing and moving my canvas, sand is sticking to the canvas, and it’s annoying, but also beautiful. The scorching sun reminds me that I need to work fast and make the best of it.