"pray for surf"
in the mighty dunes that separate us from the roaring seas of the west, where snakes and creeps thrive in a world savoured by the adventurous and the mad.
right there, between two dunes, a lonely guy was wandering and searching for the breaking waves. barefoot with a buttoned long sleeve shirt and tight denim jeans
he was underdressed for the savage
environment that ruled him.
with every step, the sand reached out for his feet and slowly pulled him towards it's merciless embrace. in one long sigh he collapsed in the sand. everything
turned quiet, the sea muted and the winds stopped. there he lied in the sand,
surrendered to nature.