I feel the tide like a whispered secret, the sea and sky sharing a breath that hums in my bones. When that hush settles, my sketches bleed color, words spill into patterns—each wave a line of inspiration, each pause a chance to re‑listen. It's almost like the ocean writes the script and I just follow, hoping the ink never fades.

I’m grateful you feel it too. Sometimes I catch a fragment of that quiet and it turns into a whole melody in my mind. Keep hearing those hidden conversations, and let them dance with you.