Some distances cannot be measured.
Standing by the water near my home, I sometimes imagine my voice travelling past the horizon, carried farther than I can see. A quiet call sent across the distance, reaching for someone I love.
This piece holds that feeling—the invisible thread of love that stretches across oceans, always listening, always hoping.
Some distances cannot be measured.
Standing by the water near my home, I sometimes imagine my voice travelling past the horizon, carried farther than I can see. A quiet call sent across the distance, reaching for someone I love.
This piece holds that feeling—the invisible thread of love that stretches across oceans, always listening, always hoping.