There is a solemn beauty in deserted beaches and coastal towns in winter. They are like abandoned playgrounds, waiting in hope that their silence will yet again be broken by the happy sounds of music and laughter. It is within this nostalgic feeling of silence and solitude that I find solace and peace. It is within this desolation devoid of noise and distraction that I find comfort and enjoy deep quiet. It is in these solitary spaces where I have time to think and wonder, let the hours slowly pass and behold the beauty of their emptiness, melancholy and simplicity.