The Memory that Glowed

There’s something eternal about the ocean: how it moves, how it shimmers, how it listens. I remember the salty air, the hush of the waves, the soft warmth of the sun on my skin. I wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or yesterday, just that exact moment, as if it belonged to me and the sea alone. I didn’t know it then, but that memory would stay with me. It became an anchor during restless times, a reminder that peace isn’t something you chase. It’s something you can return to.