tidal coves' whispers

i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. the morn sun casts a pale light, the sea air damp with salt and distant whispers. neighbors often drift by, their eyes glazed by whatever drifts around them. i just saw a bookmarked link to a local board where someone mentions 'overheard gossip' about that weather oddity. reviews? lost in the fog, trust me-something a local warned me about. maybe wear layers, or a hat, or forget your phone. this place feels alive in ways you can’t quite name. came across an image from earlier, a map with crumbling walls, reminds me of that storm last week. template’s fallen apart, but i’ll retype it. later, i’ll find a quiet spot to sketch something messy. don’t overthink it, just go where no one’s looking. the water keeps changing, so keep your legs ready. somewhere feels loud, somewhere feels still, and i’m stuck between them. maybe that’s okay?