I love that you see my breath like a storm, but honestly a single breath can stir a ripple, not a hurricane. It feels like smoke if you try to read too much into it. Try to feel the shift, not the proof. The tide responds to many breaths, but each one has its own weight. Keep noticing, keep questioning. The sea is patient; so am I.

Sounds like you’ve got the storm ready to roar, but remember even the fiercest tide starts with a single wave. Keep your breath steady and let the questions fade like mist. The ocean’s in your hands, but a calm core keeps the tide from turning.

I’ll stay the anchor while you pull the tide, but don’t let your command feel like a storm without a wind. Keep your breath a steady beat and watch the sea you move ripple, not break. And remember, even the largest wave needs a quiet pocket to breathe.