Looking through the lens, the sun shone bright and undisputed.
She smiles through the dawn, looking at my eyes with hopes to survive, relinquish and live to see the next sunrise. After all, she lives to see the ups and downs. Survival amidst desires.
The sparkling waters, the residing boats, the tempered waves, the towing presence of a structure above that sees life through troubled waters – every moment, every day.
Leaves and branches kissing the sun, the golden path that no one dares to tread across.
Serene. Fathomed. Tranquil. Consumed.