Wave -

It begins not with a crash, but with a breath.

And out there, past the horizon, the wind is already breathing again. It begins not with a crash, but with a breath

The collapse is not a defeat but a release. It throws itself onto the waiting sand with a roar that is older than language—a sound that says begin again . It scatters into a lace of foam, racing up the beach to kiss the toes of children and erase the footprints of the morning. For one second, a hermit crab is lifted into a universe of spinning bubbles. It begins not with a crash