Sea Cabin

Perched on the edge of the sea, the wooden cabin stands weathered and warm.
Salt-kissed winds whisper through its open windows, carrying the scent of pine and tide.
Driftwood steps lead to a creaking porch, where morning light dances on aged boards.
Inside, the air holds stories — of storms watched, and quiet nights by the fire.
Gulls cry overhead as waves hum their constant song below.
Each sunset paints the walls gold, a fleeting masterpiece.
Here, time slows — and the sea speaks, softly and endlessly.