Smell of hot sand on the solar beach. Blue sea. Tender breeze. Tens of bright yachts and boats under the sun. We are together. Cream cools skin. The pink sunset will fill in all people around soon. The beach will become empty. Music will become louder from neon clubs. And I will want to look at the boundless sea alone and to listen to mysterious whisper of his waves. Summer - rest time. And my heart is broken.