Hey there. Note to self: life's a beach, huh? Sand between your toes, saltwater in your hair, and thoughts splashing quietly in the dusk. Ever sit by the sea and just let the waves carry your worries away, one gentle roll at a time?
Caught a glimpse of a sailor in dreams the other night - old chap, beard as wild as time itself, sketching constellation maps on fogged-up windows. "Never let the tide dictate your course," he muttered.
Real talk.
Saturday: Tides turned, didn't they? Ice cream stood guard at crossroads of desires past, and somewhere curious paths hid from sunlight.
Sea glass stories - ever mixed up sea mist and tales of yore while wandering the boardwalk?
Remember these words, scrawled in margins, whispering like sea breeze: Listen closely to your reveries, for they may hold answers to unasked questions.
Your turn: Toss a pebble of thought into the ocean. What's riding the waves tonight?