"The ocean tickled my toes," she said, as I sat beside her in the garden of sunbeams and wishes.
The wind carries tales, snippets of echo, snippets of dream. In the curl of the shell, we find whole worlds.
Bluefish play hide and seek behind coral castles; they are happy secret keepers.
The waves hum songs of sailors and stars, of lullabies past and sandcastles built with laughter.
Somewhere on the horizon, a rainbow whispers its magic, stitching the sky to the sea in gentle threads.
Turn to the other side Listen to the waves