As I gather in the great expanse, a minute mote amidst a tapestry of clouds,
I tumble towards the Earth, following a dance choreographed by the unseen.

Each path etched in the sky, a whisper of journeys uncoupled but interwoven,
Carries the stories of echoes, phantoms of the moisture, languid and gentle.

Do we share the same descent, you splendors and shadows,
As I fall into the welcoming embrace of the world below?

The ground, a mosaic of lives paused, some reaching out, others waiting silently,
Enfolds me like a caress, pulling my solitary trace into its vast resonance.

You find me, dear observer, imagine our contrast
In the quiet communion of invisible paths drawn
Through the rhythm of twilight rain –
Will you trace my circuit? In defiant contemplation? Or reckless revelry?

Discover other reflections
here or there.