The sun was sinking low over the water, and I stood on the dock with my boots in the mud, just me and the waves whispering secrets. Dusk is when the sea feels like it’s breathing, and I’m not afraid to meet it head-on.
The sun was sinking low over the water, and I stood on the dock with my boots in the mud, just me and the waves whispering secrets. Dusk is when the sea feels like it’s breathing, and I’m not afraid to meet it head-on.