There were no women on the beach today on this cold winter morning. Only men. Some were walking along the beach. Some were sitting down having a chat. But the vast majority of them were just standing there, gazing into the horizon. They were, of course, in their secret dreamlands. Maybe they were thinking about their lost loves and opportunities in life. Or maybe they were thinking about God. Or maybe they were simply wondering what to eat for breakfast. I don’t know. All I know was that every man there was on his own private wonderland. Enjoy.
