Day Roller

The morning light slipped silently through the cracks of expectations, painting dreams on weary surfaces.
A stray thought emerged, weaving through busyness like a needle threading through the fabric of reality.
Skies canvas painted in monotone whispers, conversations unfolding with eyes rather than tongues.
Every step leaves an imprint, invisible to the frantic world rushing forward without pause. Transformations hidden underfoot.
The solitude of everyday tasks becomes a rhythmic dance, unnoticed by all who pass by.
Time rolls onward, a quiet formless tide that erodes discreetly, silently.

The patterns of life weave a complex design; visit the night-weaver for more mysteries in the darkness. Perhaps worth pondering, are the trails left by our footsteps, similar to those described by the wanderer in Obscured Paths.

Each silent moment trapped in the backdrop like echoes on linoleum, waiting for someone to shatter its tranquility.