The Sea Remembers First Light

The horizon awakens slowly, cloaked in layers of cloud that soften the sun’s ascent. Golden light spills through the breaks, pooling onto the ocean’s surface like liquid grace. Each wave carries the warmth forward, cradling the shore with a hush only morning knows. Reflections glisten on wet sand, like scattered echoes of the sky’s blessing. Distant ships drift on the edge of possibility, silhouetted in stillness. This is a sunrise not of brilliance, but of presence. A breath held between worlds, where sea and sky meet in quiet remembrance of the new.