@pinkbell

I T A P I met the winter sea on a day so cold it stung my cheeks, and the sky was washed in soft pink and pale blue as the light faded. Waves rolled in like slow breaths, breaking into white foam over the rocky shore. Far out on the horizon, a small dark island held the last warm glow of sunset. The wind was sharp, but the water kept moving with steady calm. Each crash and retreat sounded like a quiet reminder to let go and begin again. I left with cold hands and a clear mind, grateful for this silent edge of winter.

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