Beneath a still, star-flecked sky the deep swell of the Atlantic rolls in slow breaths, pulling the heat of the day away with it. A vast cosmic hum settles behind the ribs, vast enough to hold every unspoken thought, while distant bell tones drift like reflections on black water. There is no rush here, only the gentle widening of calm that comes when the mind finally stops turning inward and instead floats, weightless, on the hush between wave and starlight.