The rocks look like they’re enjoying a private island getaway.

The rocks out in the water seemed oddly self-assured, as if they had stood there for millennia with no intention of moving. The sunlight caught their jagged edges just right, giving them an almost regal appearance. The sea around them was restless yet rhythmic, each wave curling and breaking as though rehearsing for an unseen audience. I leaned on the rail of the path and wondered how many storms those stones had endured without complaint. A small patch of greenery clung to one of them stubbornly, a tiny rebellion against the harshness of salt and wind. It felt like nature's way of saying that even here, life finds a foothold.