Leme Chill

That afternoon I went to Leme beach alone, as I often did during those months in Rio. It was quieter than Copacabana, with fewer people and more space. I sat close to one of the umbrellas with my ‘mate’ and started sketching the horizon and the mountains. The light was soft, not too strong anymore. I stayed there for a while, watching the sea and drawing slowly.
There was nothing special happening, just the sound of the waves, a few people passing by, and the feeling of being on my own, focused and calm.