There was something about that first breath at the shore. The world, with all its sounds and colors, seemed to fade away, replaced by the rhythmic crash of waves and the distant cries of gulls. It was as if the sea had called me, pulling me closer with each swell. With the salt in the air and the sand beneath my feet, I felt connected, grounded, yet entirely free.

That first breath was not just air; it was life itself. The weight of days and the burden of memories seemed to lift. With each inhale, the world was new, raw, and untamed. With each exhale, the past drifted away on the breeze. The horizon stretched out endlessly, reminding me of the vastness of it all and the smallness of me. But in that smallness, there was a significance, a belonging.

I closed my eyes and listened to the song of the sea. The heartbeats of countless moments played in my ears. And for a time, suspended between the earth and the sky, I was infinite.