Beneath the vast dome of midnight, a solitary traveler found solace in the rustle of leaves.
Each whisper carried tales of distant stars and lands uncharted,
Where the cosmos spread its quilt of silence over earthly lessions.
It is in the simplest matters—
The making of tea, the tidying of a desk—
That one encounters fragments of the universe,
Specks of cosmic dust that settle on the unnoticed.
Have you ever wondered about the stories held by shadows at dusk?
The shadows which stretch like languid cats across sunlit porches,
Murmuring secrets of twilight as the day exhales its last breath.