Distant Whisper

Coffee cup warmth lingers, but the taste has become memories. Morning light filters in, casting golden hues over familiar spaces. And in those moments, when silence sprawls, a whisper dances through the air, almost tangible, like a long-lost conversation.

"Do we matter in the grand narratives," one might ponder, settling deeper into the simplicity of now. Outside, a breeze tousles the leaves. Inside: echoes, laughter unrelated to this hour but tied somehow to its core.

Here, a thought as a wisp of smoke—gone too soon. Yet, lingered it did, its trace dancing in the light as the sunlight bounced off edges between worlds. Fading Sound waits on the other side of today, a reminder of the unseen connections between moments.

We build stories and lives between breath and breath, in moments suspended between cloud and sky, where shadows play, light shifts, and all is temporarily endless.