At night the stones go cold and quiet, and this one keeps its shape anyway. Pale heart, gray family, sitting under a sky that's doing its slow turn. I found it on a walk after dark, headlamp off, letting my eyes adjust. The beach turned silver. The water was a black mirror with one stripe of moon on it. No boats. No lights. Just the hum. The heart looked almost soft, almost breathing. I sat down next to it for a while. Nothing moves at that hour except the tide and the stars, and honestly that's enough company for anybody. The universe is mostly empty and mostly beautiful, and so is a shore at midnight. I left it there. It belongs to the tide and the stars now. #nightbeach #heartstone #midnightwalk
