Fractured Reflections
The bioluminescence of the breakers wasn't particularly subtle. More like
beach photography
Salt & Subversion
The sand surrendered to her curve, a slow yielding embrace.
It wasn’
The Pink Pebble
He smelled like rain after the city dries.
Like a secret puddle
Residual Heat
The saline particulate settled on the exposed dermal layers, a subtle gradient
Reflections in Saltwater Bloom
The water remembers everything, you know. It clings to the edges of
Refraction in the Rust
The pier’s angle, a hesitant extrusion into the grey, held its
Salt & Silk
The grey whispers of the sea tasted of something familiar, like old
Ambered Echoes
The salt kissed my skin, a familiar counterpoint to the city’s
The Salt of Remembering
The wind tasted of salt and something older – a residue of tides
Refraction of Light, Echoes of Warmth
The sand was a brutal plane, initially – cold and unforgiving. It pressed
Echoes in Saltwater
The scent of salt mingled with the lingering ghost of tuberose – a
Echoes in Turquoise Light
The rain had been a relentless grey smear for weeks. It clung
