Georgi Tsachev
A lonely beach.
In winter, otherwise the lively beaches look lonely.
There is no laughter, no joy.
Only the wind chases the sandwiches on the beach.
At the nearby quay, fishermen were preparing the nets for the next day when the boats would go into the sea.
It seems somewhat sad … I stayed a few more minutes before an icy rain drifted away.
How beautiful, I would love to go when there are no people.