Tranquility

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The once-rebellious sea is finally content. Its waves find rest upon the sand. Venturing into the waters is no longer dangerous, bringing the fish back to this haven that has undergone so many changes.

There is no room for suffocation among the currents—and when it happens, fury is required. Jagged rocks scraped, unwanted inhabitants made a feast of it, and the water grew ever more foul. Even the sky had to intervene as the clouds turned wrathful.

For those whose fun was cut short, it was nothing but a storm in a teacup. But for the storm itself, the water between sky and sea was everything.

The mingling of fresh and salt, together with lightning that embraced the sea, formed the fairest of Poseidon’s temples. In the distance, you can see time running across the water, and with the certainty of its arrival comes the impulse to make the most of this new sea.

To bask in the sun and let the sea breeze settle in your hair is the rest you’d been awaiting. And to watch time race by while the sand exfoliates your feet only lends greater meaning to all the moments that can—and should—be savored. Eternity isn’t real, so let us stop dreaming of the impossible.

• Author: Eduarda L. de Oliveira