MANGROVE

Beyond the sea, there is the mangrove.
Transition, movement.
The water is no longer salty, yet not entirely fresh.
The sand meets the soil, and everything turns to mud.
Transition.
Neither sea nor land.
A territory of tangled, exposed roots whose trunks and canopies rise high above, casting everything in shadow.
A cradle of life — embracing seeds, sheltering animals — the mangrove shines under the coastal sun while keeping its roots submerged in mud and water.
Half visible, half hidden.
Part sea, part land.