Have a great day for all
The golden rays crawled slowly at the end of the horizon, gently blending in the dark blue sky. The beach, which all day was decorated with the laughter of children and footprints in wet sand, is now quiet. The wind blows slowly, carrying the salty aroma of the sea and leaving a gentle waves that touched the shoreline with patience.
On the warm sand left over the sun, an old man sat cross -legged while staring at the horizon. His face was calm, full of peace. He waited for the last seconds of the sun before completely sinking. Every evening, he comes to the same place, bringing stories of the past which he only shared the sea and dusk.
The sky turned color into a painting of a jet blue God above, orange burning in the middle, and pale yellow at the water limit. Occasionally, seagulls pass, fly low like they want to say goodbye to the light that said goodbye.
A child, his grandson, ran to him while carrying two shells he found. The old man smiled. "The sea holds a lot of secrets," he said while stroking your child's head. "And dusk like this is the best time to listen to it."
They are both silent. Only the waves spoke. And in silence, they heard not with the ears, but with the heart. Soft voices that can only be captured by a calm soul: the sound of longing, hopes, and memories that float with the last light of that day.
"Humming twilight at the end of the waves" is a story about silence full of meaning, about togetherness in simplicity, and about how nature is able to teach us to be quiet and hear.
