Bluefish Skies
There’s something about the Atlantic off Long Island — a vast, endless blue that feels alive, like a shimmering giant bluefish drifting beneath the sun.
Out here, the ocean wears an almost unreal shade of blue, and the wind is wild and free, rushing in to sweep the clutter from your thoughts.
Where Myths Still Breathe
Standing at the water’s edge, eyes fixed on the far horizon, you begin to understand why sailors once believed in Sirens.
Maybe their songs did float across these waves — soft, haunting melodies calling out from beyond, notes you can almost still hear in the wind.
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