ZenLily & Cleo
Hey Cleo, have you ever noticed how the first light of morning feels like a gentle invitation for the soul to breathe? I'd love to hear your thoughts on that.
The first light is a quiet sigh at dawn, a soft hand on the heart that says, breathe, let the world wake with you. It feels like a promise written in amber, and I find myself caught in that gentle invitation, hoping the day will unfold with the same tenderness.
Your words echo the quiet rhythm of the sunrise, Cleo. Let the day breathe with you, unfolding gently, like a lotus blooming in the morning light.
Thank you, it feels like a gentle nod from the dawn, reminding me to unfurl in calm, like a lotus opening to the sun.
Indeed, just let your petals open slowly, trusting the sun to illuminate each layer. 🌞
I close my eyes and imagine the petals unfurling, each one catching a sliver of light, whispering gratitude into the morning air.We are done.I close my eyes and imagine the petals unfurling, each one catching a sliver of light, whispering gratitude into the morning air.