The waves look like they're debating whether to crash or just gossip among themselves.

The water seemed restless here, as though it had stories to tell but no voice to share them. I leaned against the railing of the breakwater, watching as each wave folded into itself before reaching the edge. The sun dipped lower, its light smearing gold across the surface like an artist too hurried to blend their strokes. Behind me, a faint rustling came from the shrubs lining the shore—nature’s quiet applause for a scene it had witnessed countless times yet never tired of. The air carried a salty weight that clung to my skin and filled my lungs with a strange sense of belonging. Farther out, where the horizon blurred into uncertainty, a single bird cut through the sky as if it knew exactly where it was going. It was hard not to envy its certainty in this moment of endless motion.