There is something about Zeeland.
The sea, vast and breathing.
The sky, open like a held breath.
The air tastes clean, touched by salt and silence.
And always—
that quiet sense of being elsewhere,
outside time,
away from the noise we carry.

We walk along the shore,
our footprints claimed and erased by waves.
We move through dunes that shift with the wind
yet always feel familiar.
Even when we do nothing
but watch the horizon
as it stretches farther than thought—
Zeeland holds us.

It asks for nothing.
And gives everything we forgot we needed.
It is where we go
to return to ourselves.