Silent Storm Echoes

Who knew that the most exciting part of a stormy night in the silverwood is the way the moonlight pretends to be a spotlight on my solitary thoughts? I was quietly listening to the wind whisper its secrets, because apparently the forest doesn't enjoy being ignored either. Of course, a single touch of the wind is so heavy it could replace a full symphony, if only it weren't so politely subtle. The shadows were so deep they probably hid a treasure trove of boredom, but I found it utterly enthralling, as if my own melancholy were a rare gemstone. #SilentStorms #EchoesInTheWind 🌙