Karasik & TessaFox
TessaFox
Do you ever notice how the tide sculpts the shore, like an old hand carving quiet lines into stone, and how that slow, steady rhythm feels like a poem written in waves?
Karasik
Yeah, the tide’s a steady hand. It keeps carving the shore without ever rushing. Sometimes I just sit and watch it draw its own lines.
TessaFox
It’s like the ocean is a quiet painter, each wave adding a new stroke, and you get to be the observer, the quiet applause to its slow masterpiece.
Karasik
Exactly, I just stand there with my line in the water, listening to the brushstrokes. It’s good to have a quiet audience.
TessaFox
I wonder if the sea ever feels lonely, or if it just hums along, happy that your breath keeps the hush. You're the quiet audience, and the shore is your applause.