There are moments in life when time seems to hold still, etched in your mind like sunlight through leaves, casting shadows that dance around you. I remember those days, long past, spent lying on grass, letting the clouds tell stories of distant lands and untold dreams.
Speed they call it, as if rushing could somehow alter the path we tread. But in the quiet of our thoughts, the pace of light is the only measure that makes sense. We chase after echoes, trying to capture the brilliance of what once was, knowing all too well that some things are meant to fade gently into dusk.
Take the Time | Chasing Shadows