It is just one of the places where the vitality and joy that come with the summer season dominate the seaside town where I live. He is dressed in the gloomy loneliness of the winter season. The calmness of the weather and the beating of the waves on the shore reflect the ceaseless flow of time. The stones and the cold concrete pier by the sea are traces of abandonment, oblivion and weathering. The cold gray of the sky covers the town with a heavy melancholy. The pier, which replaces the horizon line, is gradually disappearing, while the street lights on it welcome the night. But this greeting is like a whisper echoing in the void. The struggle of the electric wires with the wind, as if it resists carrying memories of the past. But these memories also disappear with the cold wind, leaving behind only a screaming silence and a deep loneliness. Emptiness was all that was left of the summer's chirp. The sea seems to be a little homesick. But now, the fact that every wave found itself on the shore was an expression of loneliness.
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T.ü.y.b.
2024
