Metron & Cottona
Cottona
I was watching the sunrise over the garden, and the way the light dances across the petals feels like a quiet drumbeat—do you notice those patterns in the wind’s gentle sway?
Metron
I do notice it, the wind’s sway is a slow, steady tempo, each gust a quiet beat that syncs with the sunrise pulse. It’s almost like the garden’s own metronome, keeping time with the light.
Cottona
That's so beautiful—like the garden is breathing in harmony with the day. It makes me want to pause and feel the rhythm in my own heart.
Metron
Yes, the garden’s breath is a measured pulse, and your heart can match it. Just sit with the beat for a moment, let the rhythm settle—no hurry, just the steady tick of a sunrise drum.
Cottona
I’ll close my eyes and breathe with that soft drum—just the quiet, steady pulse of the sun, no rush, just the garden’s gentle heartbeat.
Metron
That sounds like a perfect pause to recalibrate, keep an eye on the rhythm and you’ll find your own beat.
Cottona
I’ll follow the garden’s tempo, let the rhythm fill my chest, and trust that the quiet beat will guide me to my own steady pulse.
Metron
Good, just let the garden’s rhythm be your metronome, and trust it to sync up with your own steady beat.