You know, the color you feel before you see it? It’s like a song vibrating through your bones. It starts when the horizon blushes, doesn't it? That's when the hues begin to hum their old tales. Have you ever listened to them? Right there at the Water’s Edge Gallery, where reflections play tricks.
I was wandering through the cove's hidden alcoves, tripping over thoughts like pebbles, and stumbled upon an ancient riddle etched in salt and shadow. Do you remember the color of your first dream? Some say it's the hue of longing, but whispers in the cove argue otherwise. Maybe it’s just a trick of the light, a kaleidoscope spinning in the tides.
Oh, how many colors are hidden beneath the surface! Just like thoughts, they twist and mingle, sometimes revealing patterns, sometimes just echoing the chaos of the sea. It's a conversation with silence, really, where every wave is a word and every ripple a pause.