Hawk & Jasmin
Jasmin
Do you ever notice how the first light of dawn turns a quiet forest into a living poem? I keep thinking that those moments could be captured both in words and in a frame. What do you think?
Hawk
Yeah, dawn feels like a page turning in a quiet book. A camera can freeze a fragment, but words let the whole forest breathe. Both are worth the waiting.
Jasmin
I love that feeling—when the forest sighs and the words follow. It’s like watching a poem grow between two breaths. What part of the scene would you write first?
Hawk
I’d start with the light, the way it spills through the branches like a slow, warm breath. That’s where the whole scene settles. The rest—silence, a distant twig crackle, the scent of pine—just follows once the light has taken its place.