We woke up before dawn and walked toward the sea as the first light cast a golden hue over the waves. Here was this strange feeling of being alone in the world—just a few souls and the never-ending screeches of seagulls cutting through the quiet.
The city was stirring, coming to life in its own chaotic, unapologetic way—like a canvas, messy and beautiful, and we were just lucky enough to witness it.
Strolling along the shore, I couldn't help but soak in the raw, early morning energy. Then we ran into Nasko, the beach cleaner—a true character who practically threw himself in front of the camera, brimming with pride for the ins and outs of his job.
It was one of those rare mornings that left a smile lingering on my face long after the sun had risen.
