Last summer, I visited my grandparents who live in a quaint village by the sea. Every morning, I walked along the beach and watched the sunrise. The waves crashed against the shore, and the seagulls sang their morning songs. One day, I decided to explore the nearby forest. As I wandered through the woods, I saw a small deer. It looked at me curiously before it bounded away into the dense trees. I followed a narrow path that led me to an old, abandoned lighthouse. I climbed to the top and gazed out at the ocean. The view was breathtaking, and I felt a deep sense of peace. As the sun set, I returned to my grandparents' house, where a delicious dinner awaited me. We talked and laughed late into the night, and I felt grateful for such wonderful moments.