Hey there, caught yourself listening beneath the waves again? If you sit still, you can feel the ocean's heartbeat. It’s like having a chat with an old friend who's got stories etched into every grain of sand.
I think it was Tuesday when I first found that solitary shell whispering tales of distant shores. Can you picture it? Just sitting there, half-buried, like it’s been waiting ages for someone to ask about its secret adventures. And there I was, talking back, lost in the ebb and flow.
Sometimes it feels like these conversations get left behind, swept away on the tide to be reborn somewhere else, but, hey, we keep them alive here, right?