'These rocks have seen more sunsets than I ever will.'

The cove opened up before me like an ancient amphitheater carved by time itself. The tide moved lazily over the scattered rocks, leaving behind glistening trails of water that caught the sun like liquid glass. I knelt to study a pool where tiny green plants clung to life between crevices; they seemed to defy the very idea of fragility. Above me, the headland stood silent and unyielding, its trees swaying gently as if nodding in approval of my quiet reverie. I wondered how many storms these stones had weathered—how many stories they could tell if only they had voices. The sea seemed to listen too, its rhythm steady but never monotonous.