Moonlit Sea

Not every journey needs a destination. Sometimes, we only want to see how the moon crosses the sea.

The tide, quietly

A small wave arrives, and something in us settles.

Where the pines keep watch

Some distances ask to be approached in silence.

The shape of passing time

The stones are silent. The sea writes long sentences around them.

Before the first light

Dawn approaches. The moon stays a little longer.

The tide has its own time. So do we.