A Breath Between Waves

The salt air tastes of home, even though I have never lived here. In the city, my heart beats to the rhythm of clocks and keyboards—sharp, jagged things. But today, it follows the tide. My skin drinks in the sun, a warm weight that feels like a long-awaited embrace from someone who knows my silence.
I smile because I remember how you looked at me when we first stood on this shore. Your eyes reflected everything I was too afraid to say out loud. The red of my swimsuit is a small defiance against the vastness of the blue, a tiny spark of warmth in a wide world.
I am not merely standing on sand. I am resting in the space between your memory and my reality. One breath, one wave, one moment held still. Here, time does not pass; it simply settles like salt on my skin.

Editor: Pure Linen