Fishermen rest on weathered stone, their silhouettes small against the endless blue. The waves crash and retreat with ancient rhythm, sending spray across rocks worn smooth by countless tides. Above, gulls glide with wings catching light like silver against the Mediterranean sky.

Here, time moves differently. The waves whisper to stone, the gulls call across the spray, and two solitary figures find their place in the vast conversation between sea and shore.

Serenity carved from salt and stone.

by Jordyn Aamo†