The sky felt alive, glowing with a quiet magic that made the rest of the world disappear. It was one of those rare evenings that felt both full and light, as if something sacred had settled over the sky. Some moments never quite leave you.

The trees stood still, their silhouettes etched into the light, as if they understood the need for silence. I remember the warmth in the air, the hush between words, the softness that wrapped around everything. I remember standing in stillness, still and present, becoming one with it all.

Since then, I have been longing for everything that sky meant to me to return. Not only for the view but for the feeling it carried. The calm, the closeness, the quiet joy of being exactly where I was meant to be.