I think the wind permanetly blows at Usedom. It was cold, the thermometer read 8 degrees celcius at 11am and I'm not sure if it got much above 12 the whole day. But I still took my shoes off and let my toes sink into the sand and felt the waves wash over my feet. I love beaches in winter, perhaps more than summer. I love the smell and the feeling of the cold wind against warm, woolen clothes. I love the soft cry of the seagulls and the constant, rhythm of the waves crashing again the sand. The quietness of the "noise" is calming. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you have the beach to yourself. We didn't, but it was still nice to be out of Berlin and in the open for a little while.