Even the rocks look like they’re taking a breather.

The ocean today seemed quieter but no less alive. The waves rolled in steady rhythm, their crests catching the light before dissolving into froth. Out in the distance, two rocky islets rose like ancient sentinels—silent and immovable. They reminded me of something eternal, standing resolute against the tides and time itself. There was something oddly comforting about their presence, as if they carried stories older than memory. The wind tugged at my sleeves as I leaned forward to take it all in. Nearby, a seagull hovered briefly before diving into the water, its movements precise and unhurried. It felt like a moment borrowed from another world.