Golden rails gleam under a fading sky as the train glides toward a shore where land slips into brine. Waves lap languidly against blackened rocks, their rhythm echoing the steady pulse of breath. A rowboat drifts somewhere beyond, rocking on salt and silence, while seabirds wheel above in restless arcs. This is a moment of transition — the body still, the mind adrift — tuned perfectly to meditation’s slow, tidal pull.