The Tide Knows Your Name

The salt air tastes different today. It feels softer, like the white lace against my skin.

I stood by the dock until I felt his gaze before he even stepped off that boat. The distance of a thousand miles collapses into this single moment where our eyes meet across the blue water.

He approaches slowly, letting the silence speak first. There is no need for loud words here; only the quiet rhythm of two hearts syncing up again in the sunlight.

I smile as he reaches out to take my hand. It feels like coming home after a long winter.

Editor: Pure Linen