Between the Waves and the Sky

On longing, stillness, and salt air

This piece blurs the line between fiction and reality. It’s almost a mix of both, honestly. I like the mystery of how it’s written—it makes you question what’s real and what’s not, just like reality does. Enjoy!

Photo by Valentin Antonini on Unsplash

I haven’t been to the beach since I was a kid. I don’t remember much, but I have pictures—my mom and me, the ocean behind us. My hair in pigtails, a pink tie-dye shirt, grinning wide. There’s a nametag sticker on my chest—probably a kindergarten field trip, though I have no idea what for.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a Pisces or because I’ve lived in the desert for years, but I crave the beach sometimes. Not just any body of water—a pond, a lake, a river won’t do. It has to be the beach.

Maybe it’s the way it’s romanticized in movies, how people go there to lose themselves or find themselves, how the waves seem to carry away everything heavy. Maybe it’s the way it feels like a portal—somewhere between the known and the infinite.

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