Midnight Beach Meditation

There is a peculiar rhythm to the night... A cadence found only in the

crackle of wood and the pulse of the tide. In the city, the stars are

forgotten, drowned out by the noise of progress and artificial neon.

But here, under the vast canopy of the Milky Way, our worries dissolve

like smoke into the dark. We spend so much time chasing tomorrow...

that we forget the warmth of the fire right here. Listen.

The ocean isn't just waves hitting the shore; it is the rhythmic breath of the

world. The sand holds the day's heat, while the breeze carries the scent