Life, often condensed into a collection of silent pauses and radiant breaths, illuminates the ordinary veil. In our daily dance with the mundane, it is the unspoken truths that weave the most intricate tapestries of experience. Three years gone past, Jack sat where the sun kissed the horizon, his thoughts echoing in the vast void of unspent words.
The story of his grandmother's garden came pouring forth, not in words but in images—a vibrant splash of colors dancing in his faded memory. She once told him, “In the silence, there is sound, Jack. Listen.”
Her voice wrapped around those words like a silk thread around a delicate crystal ball, glowing with an ethereal light. Those days, the garden was pure magic, a sanctuary guarded by the soft hum of bees and the gentle rustling of leaves.
He often pondered over her wisdom—metaphysical utterances, hidden between the lines of life, captured in the quiet resistance of time. The radiant silence now bore the weight of gravity, pulling him into reflections that were robust and understated, like the slow unfolding of dawn after a long, restless night.
Distant Chimes