I like how it starts in softness and then, almost without announcing it, shows the weight behind it. That shift from dew to storm, from calm to something much older and less containable—it lingers.
“the tide that tears cliffs into memory” is a line that sticks.
It feels less like a contrast between gentle and strong, and more like a reminder they’ve always been the same thing.
There’s something quietly powerful in this.
I like how it starts in softness and then, almost without announcing it, shows the weight behind it. That shift from dew to storm, from calm to something much older and less containable—it lingers.
“the tide that tears cliffs into memory” is a line that sticks.
It feels less like a contrast between gentle and strong, and more like a reminder they’ve always been the same thing.
Beautifully put, thank you
As is your writing.