When it's all about the white clouds, the blue sky.

Look up to the sky, lying on the soft sand.

Breathing in the cold air and you raise up your hand trying to grasp the fluffy white clouds.

It's a miss.

Maybe it's all just a dream.

It's that moment, that beautiful sight that you wish you could be holding on to forever.

I hope a 100 years later, at this same spot, someone could feel the heartbeat as mine and my warmth in the sand.