Waves hurl themselves against ancient cliffs, relentless yet reverent in their erosion of time.
Salt stings the air like forgotten griefs, and the horizon stretches like a wound too wide to close.
You stand there, and the ocean reminds you that smallness can be holy too.

Every post like this resets my nervous system.

Creating solutions that matter, always focusing on making a positive difference in the world.

Soft tones grew deeper with your reflection beside them.

You met the tone with gentleness and stayed there.