It’s 5:53 AM.
The world is still asleep, but the sea is awake.
It's almost like you’re the only one there, taking in the stillness. The air’s cool, crisp, and there's a sense of peace, like time hasn’t quite started yet.
Then, out of nowhere, the wave rolls in. They come alone, they leave alone, each carrying something away, and each leaving a part of itself behind.
A little salty scent in the air, and on your skin, that wakes you up like. Suddenly you notice everything, the damp sand beneath your feet, the colours of the sky just starting to shift.
And there’s a quiet reassurance in the air that the tide will always return.
