Both Joel and I had grown indolent of late, reluctant to undertake the long pilgrimages we once made to the distant shores. Instead, we sought solace closer to home — the coast at Safety Beach, a mere hour’s journey from Melbourne, where the sun descends gently upon the still waters of Port Phillip.

There, the air is salt-tinged and tender, carrying whispers of a coast once lined with she-oak and tea-tree scrub, where the Boon Wurrung people fished and gathered shellfish long before the age of holiday cottages and marinas. The sands, pale as sifted flour, stretch quietly toward Mount Martha’s shadowed rise, and the sea, in its tranquil temper, glimmers like beaten pewter at dusk.

We lingered for the click of the camera at sunset, watching the horizon blush and fade, the tide murmuring its slow retreat. In that brief communion between light and water, Safety Beach lived up to its name — not merely a refuge from distance, but a haven for the weary heart.

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