The rocks look like they’re having a secret meeting in the water.

The air carried a subtle chill as I stood on the edge of the cove. The water below rippled gently, its clarity revealing dark patches of submerged rock and seaweed. Each wave seemed to trace its own deliberate path before dissolving into foam against the shore. The rocks scattered in the shallows appeared timeless, as though they had always been there and always would be. Overhead, the clouds thickened into a brooding canvas that deepened the hues of the ocean. It felt like a place where time paused—not stopping entirely but slowing just enough to let you catch your breath. A gull circled above me briefly before vanishing toward the open sea. I couldn’t help but wonder where it was headed.