"You know," she whispered, the tide swelling behind her, "there's a kind of silence out here that wraps around you like a wet blanket but so much softer, almost...
...like the ocean's truth, hidden beneath its whispers."
The sea carried her words, echoes fading through the night.
When you stand at the edge, beneath a sky smeared with stars, it feels like time pauses, waiting, listening. Can you hear it yet?
These reflections are all that's left of our conversations. Tuning in somewhere between the static and the serenity, witnessing tidal forces at play.
Find me where the water kisses the shore or perhaps listen again here.