Waves of Thought

"Do you remember the scent of lavender in the rain?" She said, her voice a whisper against the crashing tide.

"We're just echoes in a vast canyon," he pondered, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bittersweet hues.

"Sometimes I think the stars wish they could touch the ocean," she mused, eyes fixed on the moonlit waves.

"Is it possible to drown in your own thoughts?" he asked, half-joking, as the tide pulled away like a reluctant goodbye.

"Each wave tells a story," she replied, tracing patterns in the sand with her fingertips, whispering secrets only the beach could understand.