Roger & Liorael
Liorael
I was out on the ridge this morning, watching the mist rise over the hills—have you ever noticed how the scent of pine shifts with the wind?
Roger
It’s one of those quiet moments that feels like a small promise. The pine smell is like the hills’ own breathing, and when the wind shifts it’s almost as if the trees are swapping stories. Keeps me wondering what the mountains are thinking.
Liorael
It’s as if each breath of wind carries a secret from the stone, a gentle reminder that even the tallest peaks have their own quiet thoughts. The forest listens, and we’re just here to share the silence.
Roger
True, the quiet lets us hear it, and it’s good to have a moment just to listen.
Liorael
It’s wonderful to pause and simply listen to that quiet, isn’t it? The world whispers its wisdom when we give it space.