a walk beneath the amber sky
the sun melts into the horizon, spilling its golden light across the waves. the silhouettes of two figures drift past like whispers, framed by palm trees standing still in the warm breeze. the air is thick with salt and fading light, the kind of evening that wraps you in quiet and leaves you somewhere between peace and longing. this is the city’s edge, where land kisses the sea and stories linger like footprints in the sand.
a walk beneath the amber sky
the sun melts into the horizon, spilling its golden light across the waves. the silhouettes of two figures drift past like whispers, framed by palm trees standing still in the warm breeze. the air is thick with salt and fading light, the kind of evening that wraps you in quiet and leaves you somewhere between peace and longing. this is the city’s edge, where land kisses the sea and stories linger like footprints in the sand.