Ocean

This was one of those moments where my body knew something before my mind did. The tide rolled in, brushing against my feet, and I felt a wave of something — not just salt water, but release.

The ocean has always held a kind of ancient language for me. It speaks not in words, but in rhythms. I stood there, hand grazing the water, and I remembered: I can let go. I can meet the edge of the unknown and not need to control it. I can soften, trust, and let the current hold me for just a moment.

This image is a still of that surrender. A whisper of something deeper, something true.