There are days when the ocean whispers.
A static lullaby fills the air, comforting
like an old sweater wrapped around
a fragile afternoon.
Beyond the shore, the depths lie patient,
an expanse of blue and silence,
where echoes meet the heartbeats of
unseen things.
Here, in the embrace of the tide,
the world seems to pause,
held still by the rhythm of waves
that sing softly in the wind.