Skydancer

In the quiet moments, when everything seems still, a haunting static lingers. It's in the hum

of the refrigerator, the buzz of power lines. In the cracks of this noise, stories await.

People often associate silence with peace, but what do you hear when silence speaks? Here, beneath a canvas of grey clouds, I listen.

There was a time when I thought listening to nature would bring tranquility. But nature has its own static, softer than machines, yet equally persistent.

The rhythm of the wind aligns with the rhythm of thoughts—sometimes disjointed, sometimes harmonizing. I try to capture these rhythms.

No one truly hears the sky, they say. Perhaps, they haven't tried to listen closely enough.