Quiet Becoming

Moss finds the cracked corner where rain collects and forgets itself— green deliberate breath softening stone.

The light arrives in stages, teaching shadows what they are: not absence, but architecture built from what refuses to disappear.

We learn this from plants— how they turn toward what breaks them, how they root in rubble, how they bloom when we're not watching.

In the margin between seasons, something small unfolds its wings and the whole world is practicing the art of beginning again.