The sun was starting to set, seeming to mark the end of one of those perfect, endless summer days. The sand, still heated by the hot day, made for a perfect seat to watch the clouds, painted pink by the setting sun. Carried by the same wind that delivered the soft scents of a ocean breeze, they appeared to dance across the sky. One of those moments where time seems to slow down, almost to a stop. The sand began to grow cold, stars started popping up, waves billowing towards the shore, caps illuminated by the waxing gibbous moon. Up and down the beach, lights illuminated the strand. People enjoying a night time walk. Houses, looking down upon the beach, windows becoming eyes, doors becoming faces, seemed to watch over the beachgoers. With sobering clarity and isolation, standing there, it was impossible for me to believe that in each one of those houses, lived a separate person, each in their own universe. It was at this moment that I realized that I was feeling this way because I was completely immersed in my own universe, the concept of someone else doing the same was out of the question. Moments like these are when you remember what life is about.