In Anaya, I was intoxicated by a sunrise

When the first ray of sunlight pierced the horizon, the entire sea was filled with golden strong wine. I stood in the shadow of the chapel and drank it all at once. Nothing is more romantic than being intoxicated by a sunrise. No need for a glass; the morning breeze and daylight are the best brew. The soul sways tipsily ahead of the body. Watching the light gradually dye the beach and waves, as if last night's loneliness evaporated and ascended. This pure, indisputable beauty is the most generous intoxication life can offer us.