Have you ever really listened to the water? It's like, you discover the universe in the little waves. Each ripple, a whisper, you know? Telling tales of moonlit nights, and maybe even lost dreams.
Out here, it’s quiet. Just the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore, punctuated by the distant call of a nightbird. Time doesn’t really mean anything, and you can almost forget the world beyond the next breath, between heartbeats...
Talks between halfthoughts, gentle nudges of time like the water nudging a stone, smoothing the edges. Ever so lightly.
"Do you hear that?" she asked, her voice blending into the night. The answer was clear, even if unsaid.