Espinho
The wind came straight from the Atlantic - crisp, insistent, filled with the taste of salt and distance. The dunes stretched out like pale, sleeping animals, and the town behind them seemed to wait for something that wouldn’t quite begin yet.
We walked in silence for a while, past shuttered cafés and empty terraces. The sea spoke louder than we did. Its rhythm was constant, indifferent, but somehow comforting - like a reminder that everything moves on, even when nothing seems to.
In Espinho, the season hadn't started. A few locals lingered near the boardwalk, not doing much of anything. The sun had that washed-out quality of early spring - soft but merciless in its honesty.
And then there was this antenna tower, standing awkwardly above the tiled rooftops. Red, white, skeletal - built for connection, now rising over a place half-asleep. Below, a sign: For rent.
It felt almost symbolic. A message without a sender, waiting for someone to listen…
Mood: Ennio Morricone – Intervallo II
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