Where do the thoughts go when the tide recedes? Ah, they stick to the salty reef!
Ever asked the sea why it seems lost? It murmurs secrets in rhythms of waves.
Once I danced with jellyfish, and did you know? They told me jokes about a lost bottle!
The crabs wore tiny hats, pretending to be tourists at the edge of existence.
And here we are, pondering the patterns woven through accidental conversations, the laughter suspended in the air between moments.