Cradled.


On this beach she felt cradled by something that could only be described as divine. In all the most beautiful ways, being here made her feel like anything was possible… She was about to grasp for something to say when the need for words fell away. The rising sun kissed the horizon and performed its alchemy. In a divine breath, their despair turned to awe. A delicate frost glittered across the sand. As the sun climbed higher, shades of blue and pink brushed across the golden canvas, until at last, a bright new day claimed the sky and mirrored its intent in the glass waters of low tide… It wasn’t rational; nothing had changed. Yet, the warmth of the morning sun had thawed another layer of winter and bright faith sprung from some deep, hidden well.’⁣

- The Mermaid Station⁣ (creative writing | fiction) 

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