For Quiet Hours
Brine & Birch Written in Wax
Salt-washed. Smoke-laced. Storm-born.
An Elemental, windswept ritual and the stillness that follows the wild.

Torn from the trees and laid at the sea’s edge — the storm leaves behind its offerings.

Cast ashore by crashing waves, seaweed glistens beneath a reluctant sun.

Driftwood and memory — shaped by salt, wind, and the wildness of water.