Observation
Nelia Coyle: The Keeper of Currents
My mother moves like the ocean—relentless, nurturing, and unfathomably wise. She guards life’s delicate cycles, from sea turtles to my own becoming, teaching me that preservation is an act of defiance and love. Where others see chaos, she sees balance, knowing when to shield and when to let go. She is the tide that shapes the shore, the unseen force that makes life possible. Without her, the masquerade of existence would be barren, empty of meaning.