Ca Baigne Pour Moi

From the top of the Dune of Pilat, the aromatic scents of the pines mingle with the freshness of the morning. People walking by watch him, bemused, as he madly runs towards the sea like a child. As he runs, he fills his lungs with the scent of the ocean. Rays of sunshine warm his skin just before he dives in. His toned bronzed body swims through the waves. He relishes every moment.