Far away...where sheep graze and on nights where everything is quiet, a whisper could be heard a mile away, you might hear a wolf howl or an owl hoot. Beyond the hills, rocks jut out from the sand and in the afternoon, waves crash against them with such force you wonder how many people have died on so many of those so seemingly peaceful days. But in the evening, the sun set streaks across the water, turning it pink and seagulls fly across the water, screeching their countless unmeaningful calls that only the wind can understand. And you want to stay there forever.
--ER
