We are already in full swing getting ready for the summer season. The beach looks like a postcard today:  
→ Snow-white umbrellas are like mushrooms after rain, but instead of rain there is sunshine and delight
→ Loungers in rows, as if waiting for their star hour (and your appearance)
→ The wind plays with the waves and whispers something about "all problems are not from here".  

We're already here - between the sea salt on our lips and the feeling that time has decided to rest

Where's your perfect escape from reality?

You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending. 
- C. S. Lewis