PROMISE

The ocean was almost breathless, wrapped in the warmth of an autumn afternoon. Stillness stretched across every bay in Noosa, the kind of calm that makes time feel slower. No waves, no rush—just a couple scattered in the lineup, floating, talking, lost in each other.

I couldn’t hear a thing. Just the silence of the sea.

Then, a shift. A tiny pulse on the horizon, barely a wave. But they felt it. Without hesitation, they paddled together, matching each other’s rhythm. The wave rose just enough, and they took off—side by side, gliding effortlessly, never drifting apart.

It wasn’t just a ride. It was a moment—unspoken, undeniable, a promise in motion.