Salt on White Silk

The city is loud, but here the ocean speaks in soft rhythms that finally quiet my mind. I stand at this edge where blue meets gold, wearing nothing but white linen and the warmth of a sun that feels like an embrace. You found me standing still against the wind. We didn't speak; there was no need for heavy words to bridge the distance between us. Your gaze landed on mine with such gentle clarity that I felt seen in my purest form—stripped of armor, stripped of noise. In this light, everything feels possible again.

Editor: Pure Linen