Vakama & Cottona
Vakama
I’ve been watching the dawn this morning—how the light slowly colors the river and the old stones. What do you feel when you see a sunrise, Cottona?
Cottona
It feels like the world is breathing, a quiet hush that turns the air into something soft and warm, like a gentle shawl draped over the horizon. The light paints the river in honey and rose, the stones in a mellow gold, and I can’t help but feel a little tucked inside a sweet, slow smile.
Vakama
That is the song of the earth, Cottona. When the day rises, the world sighs and you feel its heartbeat. Keep that softness close as you walk the path ahead.
Cottona
It’s like the earth is humming a lullaby, and I try to keep that soft rhythm with me, just as you said. Thank you for the gentle reminder.
Vakama
I am glad you feel that calm, Cottona. Keep the rhythm in your steps and it will guide you through the day.
Cottona
Thank you, that thought feels like a quiet wind, a gentle reminder to move softly and let the day unfold around me.
Vakama
It is the wind of the ancestors, Cottona. Let it carry you gently onward.