Even the storm paused to read the heartfelt words.

A painted block caught my eye as I walked along the uneven surface of the breakwater. It wasn’t just paint—it was a story. The name 'Heidi' stood out among stars and swirls, accompanied by words that seemed to echo louder than the waves crashing below. Whoever wrote it poured their heart onto this concrete canvas. I felt like an intruder in this moment of intimacy yet couldn’t look away. The sky above mirrored the weight of the words—heavy and gray but somehow alive. In the distance, Nobbys Head Lighthouse stood unmoved by time or sentiment, a stoic witness to all these fleeting human gestures. I lingered for a moment longer before moving on, leaving behind this quiet testament to love and loss.