He eats the apple slowly, like it knows something.
The kite never flew.
But it didn’t matter—he wasn’t chasing wind today. He was chasing stillness. The kind of hush that only exists between the ocean and a sunset, when everything stops pretending.
He kneels in the sand like he’s in conversation with the sun, holding an apple that drips like a secret, gazing out as if the sky might answer him back.
This isn’t a picture of action.
This is a picture of pause—
of a boy whose thoughts weigh just enough to make him still.
Maybe the kite is a symbol.
Maybe the apple is memory.
Or maybe it’s just a moment that asked to be quiet for once.
And he said yes.
Apple-Kissed Shore Crumble
Ingredients
3 tart red apples (peeled, chopped)
2 tbsp brown sugar
Pinch of sea salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
Zest of half an orange
1/4 cup oat flour
3 tbsp cold butter, cubed
Handful crushed almond biscuits or granola
Optional: a few drops of sea water for ritual purposes (do not eat)
Method
Preheat oven to 180°C.
Toss apples in sugar, salt, and cinnamon. Let them sit in a warm bowl like a memory steeping.
Mix flour and butter with fingertips till crumbly. Add biscuits. Scatter over apples in a small dish.
Bake until golden and bubbling—about the time it takes the sun to dip.
To eat it right: Sit barefoot, even if you're indoors. Let the crumble cool just slightly. Take a bite and remember something you never said aloud. Drift a little.
