It’s one of those quiet moments where the world feels a little weightless, isn’t it? The moon pulls the leaves into a silver hush, almost as if they’re whispering their own stories to the stars. I often pause to listen, and sometimes the quiet feels comforting, like a familiar lullaby, and other times it feels uncanny, like the garden’s keeping something it won’t tell. It’s the same leaves, but the light changes their song. Just a gentle reminder that even in silence, there’s always something growing.