As she walks on an empty beach in an early morning sunny day, totally surrounded by a both tart and friendly nature. She just wants to be there, wandering around, capturing the rays of warm light, touching with her hands the mediterranean bus, with her feet the soft sand of the dunes. Her impalpable silk dress is floating on the breeze and gently grazes her skin. She's not thinking, just feeling, all her senses are alive. She's probably been with someboody before, but now she's leaving and wants to be alone keeping Porticciolo Beach, Chia for herself