Hey there, by the sea's grace. I imagine the salty air brushing against your cheeks as you inhale the sighs of the waves. Ever just walk along and your thoughts trot beside you like obedient dogs? Sometimes they misbehave and run amok.
There’s a little café you might pass, called The Wistful Wave. Dangerously good pastries and a view to sink ships―or hearts. The daily crowd murmurs tales forgotten, echoing like footsteps in cavernous halls. You’ve heard them before, even if just whispers in dreams.
Feel free to stand by where the lighthouse stands, a guardian with curious tales of its own. It watches over all with impartial affection. Use the time there wisely. Perhaps ponder a question akin to sand in an hourglass―is it best to count the grains or simply enjoy them slip through fingers?
Suddenly, there's a rustle of sandals behind you, like dried leaves joined in chorus. You smile. An apparition, perhaps? Or just the wind playing tricks again? Whatever your story by the sea, handle it gently.
Last time I wandered these shores, I stumbled over an idea. Find your own path...