Coastal Winter 🌊
Stop / Start Rain begins, stops, begins again— 🌧️ as if the sky can’t decide what it needs. Cold air on my face, bike tires whispering on wet pavement 🚲 the ocean breathing winter 🌊 In some places people pray for rain 🙏 Here, we bargain with clouds ☁️ and dream of sun ☀️ The light is dimmed, not dark— just muted, like the world turned down a notch 📱 Crows crack mussels on the path 🖤 sharp sounds, deliberate. Above them, gulls rise together 🕊️ circling, answering something unseen. No photo. No umbrella. ☔ Just the ride, the weather in my blood, and a moment that knew my name ✨