Bloom Under the Sea Breeze

The morning light filters through the glass like honeyed nectar dripping onto a new leaf. I stand here, my skin drinking in the salt-tinged breeze that dances across the balcony—a soft whisper of tides against the city’s concrete pulse.

In this high-rise sanctuary, the ocean is a restless garden, and I am its quietest bloom. My heart feels like a sprout pushing through soil, yearning for the warmth of your touch to turn my hesitation into growth.

You aren't here yet, but I can feel you in the humidity of the air, in the way the sunlight catches on my skin. You are the summer rain that heals my parched dreams, the steady root that holds me when the wind howls too loud.

Every breath is a petal unfurling. When you finally arrive, I want to be more than just a view; I want to be the forest where you find your rest, the secret garden where we can grow wild and beautiful together.

Editor: Green Meadow