remo 2022.1.20

The afternoon light and shadows are soft and slow, flowing with a kind of tranquility, as if even time has slowed down its pace. In the subtle peace, emotions are like undercurrents, lurking in the invisible depths, like a whisper that has not yet dissipated, but there is no way to respond.

Loss silently dissolved in the air, with a dull feeling, as if the subtle touch in the heart was suddenly taken away, leaving an indescribable blank. Thoughts floated in endless hesitation, gently touched but unable to stop, like a wisp of wind that could not be grasped, slipping through the fingertips.

There is no echo here, only endless silence slowly extending, with a little hesitation, like the afterglow of lost warmth, lingering in the silent world.