Echoes of the Past

A man wakes up before sunrise and walks through a quiet city with an old photograph in his

hand. The morning light hits his face as he remembers the days when his father

used to take him to the ocean. He walks slower than everyone else, almost as if he’s

trying to hear the echoes of the past. By the time he reaches the shoreline, the sky is painted

orange and pink, and he finally stops. He looks at the photo, smiles gently,

and whispers a thank you to the wind, feeling for the first time in a long while that

the weight on his chest has softened.