Reflections

There’s a moment when the world goes quiet.

When the sea becomes glass and your thoughts finally slow.

Here, at low tide in Porthdinllaen, sky and water dissolve into one another. Clouds drift on the horizon. The air feels softer. Time loosens its grip. You don’t watch this place — you enter it, closing your eyes and drifting somewhere deeply familiar.

Reflections speaks of inner stillness. Of finding your own heaven on earth, however fleeting.