Dec 6, The Language of the Shore nature Do you remember Sunday drives

Do you remember Sunday drives as a child

The wildflowers don’t erase the story

By the end of the week

We walked so much that it was the first time I returned from vacation

Their eternal job

Dec 6, The Language of the Shore nature Do you remember Sunday drivesWaves crash against the shoreline with rhythmic intensity, their crests catching the late light as they rise and tumble under a deepening blue sky. In the foreground, golden sea oats sway in the breeze, rooted in windswept dunes that hold the memory of countless tides. Theres a raw beauty to the sceneuntamed, steady, and full of motion. The contrast between the fluid sea and the grounded grasses creates a quiet tension: power meets peace, movement