How delicately the world touches me
One of my favorite moments of the day is the early afternoons when the world seems too quiet, and I have finished all my work. A perfect time for a nap when I am home. But I also like the stillness of it, when the sun is still high above in the sky.
I love early morning when the sun lazily wakes from its long night slumber. The birds sing hello to the world, welcoming all the uncertainties. I feel like I am the only one alive, it feels intimate and full of hope.
I adore the nightfall with its vulnerability and longing. How all secrets pour out from these beautiful eyes. How masks fall off, and I can finally be honest.
I love the world in quiet afternoons as I observe its existence with my little eyes. When a light breeze brushes my skin and whispers stories from all around the earth. So eager to tell me, but even more eager when listening to mine. Each breath feels like such a sweet poem, that only the wind knows how to decipher.
The way I longingly gaze at the sky when late afternoon softly kisses the evening. So softly so the sky can't help but blush in hues of colors I can't imagine.
In moments like these, if I listen closely, attentively so, I can hear the earth telling me — listen, listen, life is worth living.
& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.