The Echoes of Time
It rained, softly, during the last day of summer. Days like these have a way of grounding us, reminding of the
cycle.
Have you ever noticed how shadows stretch longer at dusk? Orbiting around memories like the forgotten songs
of stars...
...
There's a moment in silence, so profound, that even thoughts hesitate to form. In that moment lies a certain
peace, untouched by time or urgency.
"
The sigh of the universe," she whispered, staring into the flickering
embers of what once could have been. All else seemed too loud in contrast.
We walked on the path less taken, not out of some philosophical rebellion, but simply for the twisty vines
that hung overhead like welcoming guardians.