An echo of days that life quietly borrowed... Recalled beneath the gentle stir of nearby waves, distant yet resonant in this space suspended above the horizon. Here, clarity merges with fog - wispy truths drifting among the clouds.
It's a myriad of small moments, collecting like tiny, effortlessly converging clouds. I wonder if they, like thoughts, wish to anchor themselves to something solid - either lost in a vast unknown or murmur softly across distant skies.