As the sun creeps ever upwards over the horizon, another night without sleep. My mind slips back to you. Again and again, like waves crashing to shore. a constant pull, a constant ebb. comforting and ever persistent.
it matters not, how or in what way; merely that to love you is enough.
To be patient enough with the tide to see what it may bring. Broken shells, or polished seaglass? Both to be loved, both cherished and taken home. Both tokens from the sea; from the waves you sit and watch and find peace in.
A lovely token of patience and appreciation.








