Sometimes, when I breathe in the salt and spray, it feels like the ocean is trying to tell me a secret.
Ever had that sensation? Like you're on the brink of hearing an age-old story carried by the waves.
Just human whispers, tucked away beneath the tide.
Did we remember to switch off the lighthouse?
Sunrise or sunset - which one calls more?
Why do jellyfish float like they own the place?
Can the sea remember every grain of sand?
Have you ever tasted a thought?
Whispers between two swimming anemones
Between the tides, thoughts drift like wayward boats. Some thoughts anchor, others float
aimlessly, waiting for the winds to guide them home. It's comforting to know they're just
a wave's breadth away, isn't it?
Listen to the distant sounds |
Island fantasies