At night the beach is a place like none other.
The usually turquoise, crystalline water now turned dark, black as coal, rhythmically stumbles down onto the beach. The heartbeat of the sea. What are normally inviting waters infested with swimmers are now empty except for what lies within. It is as if the waters were another world which no one dares to enter.
Smooth, sharp stones lay beneath my feet. Subject to millions of years of endless abuse by the sea, they have been skilfully sanded down to trophies to remind us that is the force of nature. During the day their contrast with the vibrant waters provides a surface to step on. However at dusk they morph and blend into the endless gloomy void that is the depths.
Rogue clumps of seaweed drift ashore finding refuge. Together they form long dark serpents spanning the length of the beach. Slowly they take over the beach until in the morning they are once again cleared up.
The waves crashing onto shore blend in to create an audible silence. This silence is only broken by the scuttling of crabs as their brittle exoskeletons come into contact with the pebbles on the beach. At night, without beachgoers this lively colony of crabs gets to finally live at peace on the land that rightfully, for hundreds of years belonged to them.
Adjacent to the beach, runs a road, along it are many lively restaurants and bars, as well as a few picturesque boutiques. These buildings create a stark spectrum from the untamed sea, to the domesticated wilderness that is the beach to the buzzing town.
On clear nights such as this the organized chaos that are the stars and their constellations are revealed. As lighthouses of hope they shine in the dark night sky. Other than the stars the sea is a vast space of emptiness except for the rare ships passing by. Which punctuate the horizon with their twinkling lights. As well as the moonlight which shimmers off the water with tranquility.