Chris Trottier on Nostr: The night came for the ocean blue, silhouettes beneath the hue of the moon’s glow. ...

The night came for the ocean blue, silhouettes beneath the hue of the moon’s glow. The tranquil, kissed by warmth of sun, embraced cool of evening. Whispers – laughter – memories with water, fleeting as moments encapsulate. Horizon, thin of demarcation: dreams, reality, to brave, to beyond – bounds.

Souls, barely – to world – found in weightless ballet motion. The expanse, nothingness. Shimmering mirrored joy, the beauty of present, delicate between holding and go. Vast keeper: secrets, dreams, silently, depths, testament, mysteries, life, the possibilities lay beneath the surface.

The deepened – world to pause – breath in anticipation of magic. Dance of shadows, of dreams, memories, love, longing, playing under, watchful of the moonlit.