The sea shore, a place where some stories end, and others begin.
Footsteps are like hints of what once happened, washed away in seconds, like small windows in time allowing just a short term memory.
The ocean, just like a giant eraser, in charge of refilling the battery of time in endless circulation.
Two girls with their own private piece of mind, split their footsteps in the sand, only for the sea to wash their mind of things
Haifa beach, Israel.
A day before the rockets began falling on Haifa.
Like short time memory, This was taken in a day that seems like ancient history at Haifa.
Nobody feels safe now, walking these same shores.
I hope that the sense of security will return soon to Haifa, and to Lebanon as well.
Stay safe, and keep believing in peace.