Summer's Quiet Breath

The city was too loud, so we came here. Where the only sound is the wind whispering through cedar trees and the slow rhythm of my own heart.

I sat on the old wooden deck, feeling the sun warm my skin. When you looked at me—not just seeing, but truly looking—the noise in my head finally stopped. I rested my chin on my palms, tracing your silhouette against the light.

There was no need for words. Just the scent of salt and pine, and the soft weight of this silence between us. In this small space, under a pale blue sky, I felt myself unfolding like a flower in spring.

You smiled, and suddenly, all the loneliness of the concrete jungle faded away. Here is where we begin.

Editor: Pure Linen