Where the Sea Meets the Sky

Where the sea meets the sky, a blurred horizon, no sharp line, just a soft watercolor bleed. Is it water reaching for the infinite? Or the sky, weary of its vastness, dipping a toe, a tentative embrace? Gulls, white prayers, scribble across the seam, their cries, a language older than maps. The sun, a molten coin, slips into the blue, leaving streaks of fire, a fleeting golden wound. And the waves, relentless, ancient, whisper secrets to the shore, of depths unknown, of journeys begun and lost. Where the sea meets the sky, a liminal space, a question asked without answer, a place where the breath catches, and the soul, for a moment, is untethered. ©bfa040325