Look up: gloomy clouds gather around the sun, trying to swallow it. They shout incomprehensible words in a terrifying bass, flash their eyes, and threaten to flood everything with rain. They throw scraps of wind onto the earth: sometimes sharp, knocking you off your feet, sometimes barely noticeable, slipping through your fingers... Ah, what beauty this aerial element is.

Look straight ahead: grandfather ocean reaches out to your feet... Any moment now he will grab you and drag you in, cover you with salt, smear you in his white foam-beard, and push you back to the shore, only to pull you in again and push you out once more... The stern old man is playing. Eternal and almighty, he treats the temporary and insignificantly small with care and tenderness. I never thought I would think this way about this mysterious element, water.

Look under your feet: millions of years, ground into sand, suck at your feet, wearing down the skin, wishing to take a piece of everyone passing by as a souvenir. You look closer and start thinking about the eternal... Insignificant crumbs of shells, stones, perhaps the bones of long-extinct animals and fish. What a strange and mysterious element this is, the earth!