Breathing with the tide on Đà Nẵng shore

I took my practice to the beach this morning. Not a perfect yoga sequence—just child's pose in the sand, listening to the waves.

Inhale, the tide pulls back. Exhale, it returns. The ocean has been breathing longer than I have. I let it teach me.

Afterward, I sat and watched the sun climb. A woman selling bánh mì smiled at me. I bought one, still warm. Ate it slowly, feet in the water.

This is what healing looks like: saying yes to the morning, to the ocean, to the warm bread. To the life I almost lost.