Snowie & TessaFox
Snowie
Hey Tessa, I spotted a spiderweb in the park this morning, and the dew on it looked like tiny perfect mirrors catching the sun. It made me think of a poem about frozen light.
TessaFox
The spiderweb caught the morning like a delicate lace, and the dew was tiny mirrors turning the sun into a fleeting jewel. It feels like a quiet moment where light freezes just long enough to breathe. It makes me think of those poems that try to hold a sunrise in a single breath. Have you tried to write one yet?
Snowie
I’ve watched the sunrise unfold in my frame, but I never write a poem – I let the light do the talking, and my boots keep the rhythm. The mirrors on that web are the only thing that feels like a story.
TessaFox
It’s beautiful that the web becomes the page and the dew writes its own lines. Your boots keep the rhythm, and the sunrise does the speaking—sometimes that’s all the poem needs.
Snowie
That’s exactly how I see it – the dew writes a quiet verse on the web, my boots echo the beat, and the sunrise just speaks. It’s a perfect little film in one frame.
TessaFox
That quiet symphony you’re watching feels like a film that never needs a title, just a frame and the soft echo of your boots. The web’s still there, the dew still whispers, and the sunrise keeps its quiet promise.