A night by the sea with Kaiya Rivers
Not every adventure needs to be loud.
Last night, I took the long trail down the cliffs to a hidden beach on the south side. Just me, a dry bag, my Ocean Crew hoodie, and enough driftwood to spark something sacred.
No service. No schedule. Just the crackle of fire and the rhythm of tide.
I’ve made it a habit — when the week’s been wild or the world feels too heavy, I light a fire by the ocean and just listen. It’s not meditation. It’s more primal than that. Fire, salt, and silence — that’s the reset button I trust.
I pulled my hoodie tighter — warm, soft, and still holding the scent of sea spray from yesterday’s surf. My shorts were damp, my hair still tangled from a sunset dip. But I felt perfect. Raw and alive.
The moon came up slow, huge and orange over the horizon. I tossed a few sprigs of dried rosemary into the flames. It’s a silly ritual, but I swear it calms the wind.
I thought about the week — the waves, the catch I missed, the one I landed, the new Ocean Crew tee I tore on a reef (worth it). And then I stopped thinking.
Just watched. Just breathed.
That's the part no one shows: when you're alone with the elements, wearing the same gear that saw you through storm and sun — it's not just apparel. It’s part of your story.
I'm Kaiya Rivers, and the ocean's always got room for one more story.
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