May 25
The water didn’t destroy the city; it just gave it back to the ocean.
A rusty pipe serving as a bridge between the sky and the tide, vibrant green moss growing along empty balconies, and an orange reflection smiling back from a mirror made of sea salt and sunlight. The warm contrast between a bright yellow raincoat and a thousand miles of untamed blue is the exact reason we keep moving forward.
This sun-bleached, slow-paced kind of comfort has a sound. It’s an endless loop for the optimistic souls who know that even when the old foundations submerge, the view from the top gets entirely new.
