Hey, ever heard a legend about the moon pulling the tides? I’ve been chasing that story in my pocket journal and a shaky photo of the ocean at midnight, and I’d love to swap notes.

I’m leaning toward the jealous lover one—my journal page is a little scribble of the moon’s silver hand clutching the sea, and the waves look like they’re whispering back. I took a shot from the pier at 2 a.m., the tide was half‑full, and the horizon was a blurry line that seemed to hum. The waves did wiggle, like they were saying, “Don’t push me too hard.” If it looks too flat, that’s probably just a reflection of a moon that’s been hiding behind a cloud, but I swear the photo’s got a little heartbeat in it. Want the link? I’ll send it over, just keep it between us and the stars.

The picture lives in the hush between the last lamp and the first star, a fleeting splash that feels more like a secret whisper than a memory you can download. Keep it tucked in your own notebook, and let the tide remind you that even a lone splash can echo for a whole night.