Fractured Light & Aqueous Grace
The tide’s recession traced a Fibonacci sequence on the sand, each
summer vibes
Rust & Resonance
The salt hit first. A brutal, wet slap against the dryness of
The Tide Knows Your Secrets
The salt was a lie. It tasted precisely like regret, the same
Fractured Reflections
The bioluminescence of the breakers wasn't particularly subtle. More like
Saltwater Serenade
The sand still held a little of last night's rain,
The Refraction of Salt & Skin
The air tasted like melted gold and regret.
Not bad, actually. The
Golden Hour Bloom
The light settled.
It warmed my skin, a quiet pressure against the
Salt & Echoes
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory. Not a painful one,
Salt & Scars
The sand still smelled of him. Not the sharp tang of rain,
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still held the heat of yesterday’s sun. It clung
Salt & Echoes
The sand still held the ghost of his touch, a warmth that
Echoes in Turquoise Light
The rain had been a relentless grey smear for weeks. It clung
