The boundaries between here and there are smudged by the day's exhaling breath. The trees stir. The sky doesn't seem as expansive in this moment, but a blanket with its edges tucked smoothly. The closeness of the creeping quiet seems to say: What was once distant is here. Emmanuel, it whispers.
Blurring
The sky doesn't seem as expansive in this moment, but a blanket with its edges tucked smoothly.
