Back then I was almost friends with the ground that looked so different from home.
I was here again; revelling in idealism.
The open free be yourself air was like nothing else; nothing like that which was compressed with the stress of home where when returning I wandered how I’d lived like that for so long.

The sea was a pure, grand buzz to view.
Elation!
No sense of being alone while playing and exploring.
Danger embraced when climbing crumbling cliffs.
Excitement!

Then there was the quaint village vibe.
The charm of night time walks near the sea.
Stars!
Ship lights!
Tranquility!