Fire Beneath the Waves

The meeting place of opposites — water’s endless blue in collision with gold’s fierce light. The ocean is alive, stirred by some secret current, as if embers smolder under the surface waiting to rise. Each swirl feels both wild and deliberate, a dance between calm and eruption. Stand before it long enough and you can sense your own tides — the storms that shaped you, the sparks that refused to die out. It is a reminder that beauty often comes from struggle, that what burns beneath can illuminate what’s above.