The Temperature of a Shared Breeze

The sun is a steady weight on my shoulders, but the coconut in my hands is cool. It tastes of salt and distant rain.

I watch the way the light catches your hair as you walk beside me. We don't need many words. The silence between us is not empty; it is filled with the rhythm of our breathing and the soft shuffle of sand underfoot.

You reach out, your fingers grazing my wrist—a brief touch that sends a ripple through my skin like a stone dropped in still water. In this moment, the world shrinks to just the two of us. The heat of the day fades into the background, replaced by the quiet electricity of being known.

I take a sip, feeling the sweetness settle in my chest. You are my sanctuary. Here, under the palm trees, I am not running. I am simply here, held in the gentle gravity of your gaze.

Editor: Pure Linen