The Salt of Your Breath

The sun is a fading ember in the water. It leaves behind a warmth that clings to my skin like a secret.
I sit here, where the land ends and the sea begins. The air tastes of salt and distant city dreams.
You are standing just beyond my reach, your presence a steady pulse against the rhythm of the waves.
When I look at you, the noise of the day dissolves into silence. Everything becomes soft. Every breath feels like a gentle undoing of my weary heart.
I bite my lip, tasting the lingering heat of the afternoon. My hands rest lightly on my knees, waiting for you to bridge the space between us.
We do not need words. In this light, your gaze is enough to heal what the city broke. It is simple. It is pure. It is us.

Editor: Pure Linen