Ah, when the night falls and the world begins to rest, I recall the shimmer of surf, the indigo and gray of the sea.

The moon casts a silvery glow, a beacon to the lost and weary, a glance that tugs at core feelings, yet comforts in endless cycles.

Each wave a whisper, each ripple a promise kept, a connection through the night, where stars dance on water’s mirror.

• Sara Teasdale