It was a windy day, the kind where the Baltic Sea shows its wilder side. To be honest, I've never been too fond of the Polish coast—or maybe I just haven't spent enough time getting to know it. But that day, as I looked down from above, something changed.

From this vantage point, the sea stretched out endlessly, its waves crashing rhythmically against the sandy shore. The wind whipped the surface into a dance of whitecaps, and the beach, usually so familiar, took on a new, untamed beauty. In that moment, I saw the Baltic in a different light—a raw, natural elegance that I hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was the beginning of something more.