Намі-намі

Memories sometimes warm you better than any blanket. Those memories where the air still smells like the sea, and your heart naively believed that everything was just beginning. Back then, the waves seemed like friends, not a force of nature. Now they just whisper - softer, wiser, as if they know that the pain has already been transformed into warmth.

There is something comforting in this swaying - as if memory has decided not to be an executioner, but a fluffy cat: purring, hugging, not letting you forget, and at the same time not allowing you to lose yourself.

And let the waves repeat their “nami, nami” again - maybe this is the universe's way of saying, “You're on the right track. Just don't rush.”