Moon above.
Fire within.

The world grows quiet. The fire stays awake.

Follow the first light into a world that takes its time.

Morning slips gently across the roof.

Soft shadows reveal the little things.

Petals return, and everything begins again.

A blush of blossom. A little green beside the path.

Long afternoons drift through the leaves.

Nothing to rush. Nowhere else to be.

The leaves turn gold. The hearth feels warmer.

A quiet breeze leaves a little autumn at the door.

Snow settles softly. The windows glow.

Through every season, a little warmth remains.