New times are coming after the might of the tempest. Children play at the beach.

After the daytime tempest, with incessant rain and gushes of wind, clattering objects rolling along the street and people hurriedly rushing for shelter, there comes the evening, still not really quite quiet but quite and surely it is time to say that the storm has left and the air has become so clear.

We went to the beach to marvel at serenity taking back time. At the beach there are already a few people, enthusiast surfers delighting themselves with the still higher waves, children playing at the edge of the water, friends taking a walk. An air of relieved happiness and hopefulness is pervading on the beach.

Or, it feels as if a soul in turmoil realises that it is alive after the tempest and still has a chance to breathe and move on.