Arctic winds are sweeping over Europe. Which on my latitude means quite warm ones. But strong. The beach is totally occupied by the army which is the sea. The waves have attacked every small particle of sand and are licking every rock and cliff in their way.But that does´nt stop me from going down there, watching the play of nature from a respectful distance. Music in my ears helping me understanding what I am seeing. And helping me put words to the sudden feeling. Powerlessness. Something more important than me and my minor problems is existent and it is my only company on the abandoned beach. Something I have no power to alter but it enjoys my company.