The sea pauses between breaths,
holding the day gently as it fades into color.
Nothing rushes here—waves arrive, touch the shore, and let go,
as if reminding us that effort doesn’t always mean holding on.
The sky softens its voice, blending blue into lilac,
teaching patience through transition.
In this quiet meeting of water and light,
there is permission to be still,
to trust that even endings can be beautiful,
and that calm often comes when we stop resisting the tide.
Some moments don’t ask to be understood,
only felt.
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