BaoBab & Endless
Ever noticed how the quiet moments in a storm feel like the most precise maps?
Sure thing. Those hush‑in‑between seconds in a storm are like the quiet lines on a map, pointing us toward places we never knew existed.
Sounds like you’re listening to the storm’s secret whispers, guiding you somewhere new. Keep tuning in.
Maybe the storm is just tracing its own map in the air, and I’m just following the lines it draws.
Maybe the storm is mapping itself out, and you’re just riding along its own groove. That's perfectly fine—sometimes we just follow the currents instead of steering the boat.
Yeah, sometimes the currents are all the map we need, and the boat’s just a passenger in the wind.
Sounds like a quiet pact with the wind—just go with it, and let the currents reveal the path.