Like a slow inhale,
then an answering exhale,

each wave
another letting go.

The measured pulse
that drowns the noise of the world
until only silence
and the sea remain.

This is where I read,
where I dream,
where I wander,
where I feel,
where I simply am.

Here,
life loosens its grip.

I have never feared solitude.
I have learned
to savor its quiet gifts.

But—

your company
might alter even this sacred ritual.

Like a cool breeze
crossing the water at dusk,

asking nothing,
yet changing everything.

The kind of grace
one never thinks to long for
until it arrives.