Stavanger Bay And the poets are just kids who didn't make it

The silence hung once again, but the grey wolf felt it wasn't as happy. That was okay. Resting his head on his paws, he kept his sight unfocused, Aria's heart beat strangely almost synchronised with his. He did not suffocate himself with worries, but instead was determined to stay in the now.

 The earth seemed to slow down, letting the moment breathe into his bones. The view of the waves kissing the land was dizzying. Like as if he was in someone else's dream, blurry and confusing. But James wouldn't trade this moment for the world

last by me? (haha sorry i felt poetic when writing this)