A storm front rolls in soft and wide — dark teal clouds billow above bands of coral that cut across the horizon like a waterline. Below, a pale wash of reflected rose settles into stillness. There's no land, no anchor — just sky meeting water in a moment that feels both unsettled and oddly calm.
A storm front rolls in soft and wide — dark teal clouds billow above bands of coral that cut across the horizon like a waterline. Below, a pale wash of reflected rose settles into stillness. There's no land, no anchor — just sky meeting water in a moment that feels both unsettled and oddly calm.