Sure thing! Last night I slipped off the usual surf trail, grabbed a towel and a notebook—yes, the one with the mango doodles—and just wandered where the tide whispered me to. Dawn hit, and the sky was this soft gold, like a secret being unwrapped. I sat on a rocks, palm trees swaying, and wrote down the exact angle of the sun rising above the horizon. I swear I left my pen somewhere between the sand and the waves, but hey, I made a new bookmark—my “quiet spot” map, even if I never use it. If you want the coordinates, I’ll give you the vibe: just follow the smell of sea salt and the sound of gulls. You’ll find it before the crowds show up. 🌅✍️