Where the Sea Meets the Soul

Previously

…As I began to untangle the fish, their bodies cool and slick against my skin, I felt a subtle shift in the air, a whisper of movement in the water just beyond the pier. It was a silent acknowledgment, a confirmation. The pattern was holding. And for the first time, the thought of that vast, unseen presence didn’t feel like a solitary observation, but a shared secret. A silent promise. The sea had begun to remember me, and in its remembering, I felt a strength I’d never known.