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↓ short description of the atmosphere

I’m here in the dunes on a beautiful day. The sky is nearly blue, with a light breeze coming from the coast about 200 meters away. I’ve climbed one of the tallest dunes, partly covered with sand and tea tree bushes, where I can see and hear the powerful waves rolling in. There may be two surfers out there, but otherwise, it’s empty. In the far distance, I see a few parked cars and someone heading toward the coastal path. I feel the sun intensely on my skin, and the sand is warm underfoot. A helicopter passes by, and the sand is marked with countless insect tracks, kangaroo prints, bird traces—maybe even a snake’s trail. Crickets and birds are sounding. An argument I had earlier still sits heavy in my chest. The quiet here is profound; the dunes feel like an extension of the sea, shaped by wind and waves. I close my eyes, sinking into the presence.