A Feeling Impossible to Name

There’s an opening between land and water, between memory and possibility that triggers a feeling.

ESSEX DOCKS

It’s a sensation that lingers just out of reach between the fog and the water.

Docks emerging from the fog are where that feeling lives: it's not quite longing, not quite peace, but something potent and unresolved. It’s in the liminal space where memory, hope, and uncertainty mingle. It’s the quiet before a story begins, or the charged silence just after it ends. If you’ve ever stood at the edge of something and felt the world pause, you know this feeling—even if you can’t name it.

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