WHERE THE TIDES BOW

She stands, her feet grounded in the wet sand, her gaze reaching far beyond what mortal eyes can see. She summons the sea at every dusk and dawn. The waters caress, worship, and howl, a war cry, a prayer, and a celebration.

Like water, she is soft yet powerful. Like waves, she rises. She moves with the curves and crevices of the Earth that visit at sea. She flows gently, humming a symphony of prose and poetry - a love story of the sea and the shore.

Strength and grace lend themselves to her effortlessly; there is no trade-off here. She holds her own, feet grounded, her luscious waves breathing in the winds of the sky. While even the waters bow down, crashing at her feet.

She can have it all, the celebration, the beauty, the reverence.Such is the duality of a woman: a delicate dance, a force as timeless as the tides and as boundless as the horizon.