06/07/2021 Becoming

When I lay here. We invent stories written by the clouds above us. I see the shades of blue meet the horizon. We run slowly into the cold sea, soft waves around us.

This moment is becoming a memory for both of us. Right here, on a summer day. Feet in the sand, minds decluttered from daily life. Far away from routines, we expand time. Just here at the beach. Where other’s’ talks enrich the air, we become silent.