The Hidden Currents

Have you ever noticed how tides murmur stories? It’s the kind of talk that breezes in and out, soft as a teardrop falling into the sea.

There’s a rhythm to it; waves dressed in a casual confidence, rolling in like old friends. Don’t you think sometimes they carry whispers meant just for you?

In the space between heartbeats, we find currents that don’t care for borders, brushstrokes in water painting memories none remember quite right.

Feel like joining a new current? Here’s another driftwood path.