Completely enamoured with Coilloure

This is a place, not a guy...just thought I'd say that straight up so that I didn't get some of you people excited for gossip. But Coilloure is still a wonderful place, and if you remember, I went to it back when I had first arrived in France (it was where the sea was and the military people). Anyways, there was an excursion this past weekend organized by the faculty and I went again...cause I love it that much. And I was stunned at the beauty all over again.

I don't exactly know how to explain it but something just resonates well with me there. There is something to be said about the rhythm of the waves and the sound they make as they crash upon each other or the rocks; it just kinda sets something astir within me and I feel wonderful and sad all at the same time. But if you watch them, you see that big waves are the key to a clear view of the tresures the sea beholds, you just have to catch it at the right moment, when it is building itself up before colliding with other waves or shore. And there is the spray in your face and the wind tickles my hair and whips it about my face. The rocks, albeit cold, are comfortable enough to sit on and stare out into the horizon. Finally, the sunlight drifts in and out with the movement of the clouds, but when it's rays shine down, it is a moment of complete warmth and the natural splendour around me is illuminated. It is breathtaking...