Breathing In The Salty Air
Glass doors slid open with a gentle push, dissolving the barrier between the suite and the elements. I stepped onto the expansive terrace, feeling the warmth of the terra cotta tiles beneath my feet.
The breeze carried the distinct, sharp scent of salt spray mixed with blooming jasmine from the gardens below.
Seagulls cried out overhead, diving toward the whitecaps crashing against the rocks. I leaned against the wrought-iron railing, filling my lungs with the intoxicating atmosphere of total liberty.