Five Minute Photographs You can always hear it from far off.

A steady rhythm that matches your soul, in time with your heart. Mind sinks into deep reverie as bare skin sinks into sand. I tasted the sea on my lips, felt the cold wind biting my skin as I took in the salty air. The faint traces of the evening began to slowly fade, now replaced by the night which I was so familiar of. The reflection of the stars above caught in the folds of the summer wavestossing and turning light. It was like a glass prism suspended in reality. Higher up the moon cast down its rays, dancing on the water around me. The water continued to churn, and the roar of the waves crashed against the shore, echoing in my ears long after I had left. In that moment it seemed that time had fallen still. But my heart kept going anyways, beating in time with the sea.