The time of a handful of sand

The red-gold rays of the setting sun sifts on the sea

The waves hit the shore

The gentle sea breeze make the leaves rustling faintly

The peaceful atmosphere is a vast contrast to the hectic city life

I take off my shoes

My bare feet step on the sandy beach

I sit on the beach and grab a handful of sand

When the sand in my hand flow away, the dusk come to the end

The sand in my hand just like a hourglass

As the darkness descends, night life begins

The island becomes more quiet