There’s a moment at dusk where the world holds its breath, waiting. It's here, the echoes of yesterday's whispers merge with the ascent of night, creating a melody only the stars understand.
I often think of these moments when I close my eyes, the moonlight spilling through the window, casting silver shadows on my thoughts. These dances—ephemeral, fleeting—like a gentle breeze that carries the softest sigh of a world awakening.