Kalmar & Sylvie
Sylvie
Hey Kalmar, I was watching the waves tonight and they felt like a poem in motion—ever noticed how the sea writes its own stories when the wind blows?
Kalmar
Aye, the sea's a bard, spinning verses with every gust, and I drink up those tales with every wave that crashes ashore.
Sylvie
So I listen to those verses, let them curl around my mind like a tide, and write the little moments that drift into my day.
Kalmar
Sounds like a fine way to keep the wind in your chest, mate, and the tide will guide you to something big.
Sylvie
Thank you, Kalmar. I’ll let the tide carry my thoughts where they might find a home.
Kalmar
Glad to hear it, mate. Let that tide take you to places worth finding.