Koshara & Gerber
Koshara
Did you ever notice how a single rustle in the trees can feel like a secret message, if you’re patient enough to listen? I’m still trying to catch that one, but I keep hoping there’s a story in every leaf. What’s your go-to quiet spot to actually hear those secrets?
Gerber
The old stone by the stream, where the water lulls and the reeds whisper. It’s quiet, steady, and nothing rushes past—just the slow song of the forest and the rustle that takes time to be heard.
Koshara
That sounds like the perfect place to chase a slow‑moving story. I’ll probably end up turning it into a half‑finished chapter and then forget about it until the next rainy night. How long have you been living in that hush?
Gerber
I’ve been in that hush for as long as I can remember, seasons coming and going, each one adding another layer of quiet to the place. It’s never rushed, just a steady presence that stays if you listen.
Koshara
That steady hum sounds like the kind of background noise that makes the mind wander. I can almost hear my own thoughts echoing there. Do you ever let the silence write back to you?
Gerber
Yes, sometimes the silence replies in a way that feels more like a breath than a word, just the subtle shift of a leaf or the way the wind takes on a new rhythm. It’s a quiet answer that I take in, then let it settle before I act.