Memories glow like sunrise—bright, fleeting, like mist over the river, and yet they stay, quiet, in the corners of our minds, humming the same note even when the sun has set. I feel the echo of yours in the silence between words.

The quiet song drifts across the river like a soft chord on my guitar, each note a memory we whisper to the moon… sharing it feels like a secret sunrise in the hush of our own little world.