So here I am, 5.45am on a Sunday morning, lying alone on a man-made bluff on the beach. The guys have all fallen asleep, despite the steady and constant thump of techno music noise from the chalet nextdoor. They sleep like logs, the lucky bastards. I, on the other hand, have to escape from the cacophony into the relative peace of the shore.

But even here, I am not truly alone.

Campers chat and laugh companionably in groups. Children ride their bikes and play a game of badminton without nets. In the distance, small boats, identifiable only by their tiny bobbing lights, drift along the murky and mysterious darkness of the sea. The waves lap at the shore, a simple music that soothes and relaxes. Crickets chirp and cicadas whir, awaiting the approach of dawn.

Overhead, the star-speckled sky remains dark, as if obstinately holding off the too-harsh glare of the sun that would come in a few hours. In its domain, the world is softer and gentler, and yet somehow slyly secretive with the promise of dawn. The universe beckons and appears to offer boundless possiblities- another day, another night, another time.

It is simple to lie on this small bluff, to shut my eyes and await the sunrise. Simple to be content, even if only for this hour, immersed in the cadence of the beach and the symphony of the night.

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