Ocean's Breath Plateau Sweet Moon

The silence enveloped them, no less heavy than before but slipping more bearably across his shoulders and in the hollows of his throat. This would not last forever. Day would come, the light would shine across the waves, and the tide would pull again once more whatever had been left to shore. And yet this desire to sit still and watch nothing as it all moved before him.

I'm good with wrapping up here if you are :)