There’s an unpredictable calm over the horizon, as if the world holds its breath. Yet perhaps the ocean's whispers tell more than our ears can bear—stories of journeys beginning and never quite resolving. The tide pulls back with a clamor indescribable, a relentless promise endlessly deferred.
Imagine the crests of sand, cool and soft beneath an autumn sky stained amber. Here, the water laps playfully at the edges, only to recede, leaving ephemeral trails. Some footsteps dream of stories. Yet, their destination is always merely continuing the loop—the figure traced appears to start anew in an eternal moment, the stranger’s choice to walk endlessly unknown.
What visions are held here? Insistent waves cradle whispered secrets, only to douse them entirely. What significance lies in tracks, often trapped—and yet freed—by their own periphery? The landing and departing of footprints leading nowhere but always within reach, stretching toward speculative futures.
Read more about the cyclical dance of oceans and of our lives amidst their unfathomable curves.