There are windows within each of us, quietly set into the stone walls of our inner world.
Some remain closed, protecting forgotten hopes and tender truths.
Others open gently, just enough to reveal glimpses of what we once loved or could someday become.
In the subtle glow between yesterday’s warmth and tomorrow’s uncertain light,
we linger—travelers paused at the threshold, breathing softly between memory and imagination.
This window is ours to open or close, to peer through, to step toward, or to leave behind.
It holds our quiet resilience, our delicate dreams, the silent courage of being between worlds.
And perhaps it’s not the window that matters most, but our willingness to approach,
to stand in quiet wonder, to gaze softly at the merging horizons and recognize our own reflection in the gentle dance of past and future.
We are, each of us, travelers.
Our journey lies not just in where we go, but in the quiet courage with which we choose to open windows within ourselves and to gaze, with tender clarity, at the worlds awaiting our arrival.
