I found a yellowed postcard of a seaside town from the 1920s. It’s got that faded pastel sea, a tiny lighthouse, and the words “Come back to me.” Every time I look at it, I hear waves whispering old lullabies, and it makes me feel like I’m walking on a shore that’s both far away and right beside me. It reminds me to pause and listen to the quiet echoes of the past, even while chasing today’s dreams.