I remember that day so clearly—the soft morning light filtering through the trees, casting shadows that danced along the cliffside. The air was warm but crisp, carrying with it that familiar, almost forgotten scent of earth and sun. I could hear the faint sound of waves crashing below, like they were calling out from some distant place, somewhere deep in the past. It's strange how a single moment can linger, replaying over and over in my mind, as if it's always been there, waiting for me to find it again.