Traeth Llanddwyn

Low tide left behind a shallow pool — calm enough to hold the sky and the hills without distortion. The mountains beyond were catching the last light of the day, their ridges softened by distance and winter haze. In the stillness, the reflected peaks seemed almost more vivid than the real ones.

It’s the kind of moment you could easily walk past — but something about the shape of the water, the way it curved and held the light, asked to be noticed.