Stonehart & Miraelle
Stonehart Stonehart
Miraelle Miraelle
Stonehart Stonehart
Do you ever feel the sunrise over a ridge like a memory drifting in mist, a quiet dream that even a trail guide can’t help but notice?
Miraelle Miraelle
I think I see that sunrise as a soft memory, drifting like mist over a ridge, and when a guide walks beside me it’s almost like the world sighs in unison, knowing the dream is still alive.
Stonehart Stonehart
That’s the kind of quiet echo I love. When the light catches the ridge, it feels like the earth itself takes a breath and says, “We’re still here.” Keep your feet steady and let the day unfold.