At Dawn

A hush before the world begin. The first breath of a summer day, warm but weightless, brushing over skin gently kissed by the sea. Tiny droplets shimmer like memories, and the horizon stretches open with quiet promise. You stand at the edge of waking, aboard a vessel gliding towards the unknown - not in haste, but in perfect harmony. Everything is still, yet alive. The day has not yet spoken, but it listens.