Wave

Standing at the edge of the tide, the sand isn't just a surface; it’s an anchor. As the water pulls back, the wet grains shift beneath my arches, and I feel my feet submerge, slowly being swallowed by the earth. It’s a strange, beautiful sensation of being held. For the first time in a semester, I don't feel like I’m running to catch up with a schedule. I’m just... still 

The salt water hits my skin with a sharp, bracing cold that instantly snaps the mental fog. There is something incredibly medicinal about the ocean. It feels as though the salt is scrubbing away the residue of late-night study sessions and the lingering anxiety of exams. 

Every time a wave crashes over my ankles and swirls around my calves, it feels like a physical reset button. The ocean doesn’t care about my GPA or my looming career path; it only cares about the pull of the moon and the steady, relentless pulse of the tide.