The roar of the Red Sea crashed against a towering cliff; its surface draped in lush grass. Waves foamed and merged with the sky, their thunderous sound overpowering even the cries of the seagulls. 

Walking down the stone steps, I had the chance to reach out and touch it—to feel the water wrinkle my fingertips, to breathe in the sharp scent of salt, and to let a deep sense of tranquility settle into my soul.