In the quiet dawn, the world holds its breath. Trees, mountains, and empty streets stand frozen,
momentarily ensconced in a shroud of darkness
waiting for the light that speaks not in sound but in the language of awakening.
The silhouettes cast by this unseen glow dance softly against the canvas of our thoughts.
Have you ever paused to consider the shapes you leave behind as the day unfolds?
Not the shapes of body or shadow, but those carved in the mist of understanding and empathy?
They are like echoes of a story you have yet to tell, beckoning you to rise in more than mere presence.
As the sun stretches its fingers, weaving golden threads through the fabric of night,
ponder what it means to stand, not in the light of validation, but in the gentle luminescence of truth.
What reflections do you seek in the opaque waters of dawn?
Explore other facets of this journey:
Moon Listenings
Fall of Shadows