You know, in the vastness where the sun stretches its arms, there’s this pocket of calm. It’s like being wrapped in an embrace of quietness, where the universe tells stories not with words, but with an absence that hums softly. The stars, they wink knowingly in the dark, and somewhere deep, I think they whisper about things we’ve forgotten to ask.
Imagine the silence sitting beside you, like a friend who just gets it. You sit by the edge of a stardust lake, tossing dreams across the ripples, watching as they sink and float all at once. Ever wonder what the constellations think as they stretch across the galaxy? Do they gossip about planets like we do about neighbors? Or maybe they remember the time when the void was full of laughter and light.
So here’s a little secret, one the comets told me as they streaked past. Every pause, every quiet moment between your thoughts is a chance to hear what the cosmos has to share. And it starts with a simple hello to the empty, the vast canvas that holds our dreams and whispers in return. It’s a never-ending conversation, really.