The best place for me to forget all my worries is under a pale tree at dusk. When i am worried about a problem or just want to be alone, i will go to the beach at around six in the afternoon and sit in the shade of a palm tree. The sand is a little hard to sit on, but this does not bother me. As the wind blows like a whistle, and the waves became softer as they reach the shore, the air will have a slight smell of the sea. The pelicans pass by in groups of seven before they disappear behind the horizon. Others float on the water, hoping to catch a fish before leaving. As time passes, there is an immense silence; the sun begins to descend, and the sky changes from tones of dark blue to canary yellow and finally to deep orange. As the sun slips below the horizon, i leave behind my worries.