Silence, mist, turquoise water, wind, and horizon gather into an emotion too large for words — a flood that brings me to tears.
At first, it's only silence —
a hush between mountains.
Then, light seeps gently through the mist,
carrying a promise I don't yet understand.
The wind carries a voice I can't name,
like a question I cannot answer —
so I follow the echo it leaves behind,
heart open, unguarded.
And then, the water finds me,
turquoise and still as a forgotten dream.
I watch reflections fade and return,
as if the lake remembers
something the wind once whispered.
The lake that remembers what the wind once whispered
For a moment, I forget to breathe.
The horizon opens — vast, fragile, endless, alive.
It feels as if time stops,
and the world begins to move through me.
I have no words anymore,
no name for this feeling.
It's everything at once: joy, loss, awe, longing —
a flood that brings me to tears.
I have no choice but to surrender.
All I want is to give myself completely —
to the wind wandering through these valleys,
to the light that keeps searching for home,
to this endless song,
this flyaway dream.
