For Quiet Hours
Brine & Birch Written in Wax
Salt-washed. Smoke-laced. Storm-born.
Brine & Birch
Where pine meets tide and the wind remembers everything.
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.