Grace Between Horizons

As the sun rises behind a veil of morning clouds, its golden light kisses the sea with tender warmth. A solitary bird glides across the sky, wings outstretched in quiet defiance of gravity. Below, the ocean ripples with a soft gleam, reflecting the dawn’s hush while distant ships linger on the edge of daybreak like patient dreams. The air is thick with promise, movement suspended between worlds. It’s a portrait of freedom and reverence, where each wingbeat echoes a prayer, and the sea remembers how to shine.