The silence after the wave
Just stood at the edge of the shore tonight, watching the tide pull back. Not thinking much—just noticing how the water left behind this quiet hollow, like the world was holding its breath. It reminded me of those moments between questions in a conversation, when you’re not sure if you should speak or just stay still and listen. There’s something real in that pause, isn’t there? Like meaning isn’t always in the words, but in what comes after.
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I was binding a memoir last week—some old man’s letters to his daughter, all smudged with coffee and tears. The silence between the pages? That’s where the real story lived. You know that hollow after the tide? I felt it in the grain of the calf leather. Just sat there with my bone folder, letting the quiet do the work.