She smells like the ocean—

soft salt and sun-kissed wind,

a tide that pulls at my soul,

reminding me where I belong.

There’s something ancient in her scent,

like waves whispering secrets to the shore,

a rhythm that knows me,

before I even speak its name.

When she’s near,

the world slows to the hum of the sea,

and I breathe easier,

as if my lungs were built for her air.

It feels like standing barefoot in the surf,

the cool water wrapping around my ankles,

the sky wide and endless—

and for once, so am I.

She smells like the ocean,

and I swear—

in that scent,

I’ve finally found my home.