Journey of Silence

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a blanket of silence wrapped around me like an old friend. It's funny how the world seems to hush itself, as if fearing to disturb the delicate balance of thoughts swirling within. I often find myself standing at the edge of these quiet moments, teetering between the mundane and the magical. The silence speaks in whispers, nudging memories from their slumber. Images of a distant land where the earth meets the sky, and shadows dance beneath the trees. Here, the dreams I carry become more tangible, like stepping stones across an expansive sea. Each step echoes with the possibility of what could be, should I choose to follow where they lead. Sometimes, I think this silence savors my company. It wraps around my words, cradling each one as if they were fragile glass. In these moments, I realize how the loudness of life often drowns out the whispers of our own hearts. This is a refuge, a sanctuary where I can untangle the threads of my thoughts and lay them bare before me.