Where Only the Waves Know

and without a word

Photo by Davide Sibilio on Unsplash

Palm tree lined boulevards and salt in the air. The night air blowing my hair across my face as I imagine my hand with yours in it. Walking side-by-side, silent and unhurried.

I am mesmerized by how the night lights reflect off your eyes, and the way the city fades away as we get closer to the waves.