A summer sea breeze, window half-open— light resting on the waves. Raindrops fall slowly into the quiet, softly dissolving. A road along the coast, blue fading into distance, salt lingering in the air— everything moves, gently. A faint rain, barely there, a rhythm that almost disappears. Under a quiet sky, time drifts beside the ocean, water breathing softly, the horizon blurred in light. Not to follow— just to feel each drop fading. Not to arrive, just to remain. Summer light on your skin, the ocean far away, raindrops fall— then disappear. Not heavy. Not loud. Just still. Sea breeze, fading raindrops— a moment that stays.
