BEACH

Punta Secca is a place where life follows the tide. The waves roll in, the sand shifts, and people come and go, leaving only traces that vanish with the wind.

A man stands at the water’s edge, watching the horizon in silence. Children run barefoot, their laughter carried away by the breeze. A father pulls his child through the sand, the kind of moment that will one day feel like a dream. A dog stands at the edge of the water, watching. People pass by, glancing, then moving on. The day continues, the beach remains.

The bride’s dress moves like the waves themselves, heavy with water yet weightless in its beauty. The fabric clings, then releases, shaped by the tide. It is not just a dress—it is a moment captured between ceremony and spontaneity, between the expected and the unexpected. The groom, in his dark suit, holds her close as the sea pulls at the edges of their presence. There is no hesitation, no worry about the salt, the wet sand, the way the ocean leaves its mark on them. They belong here, just like everyone else who finds themselves drawn to this place.

Nothing here tries to be more than it is. And yet, in its quiet simplicity, it is unforgettable.