Crocus & Sootshade
Crocus Crocus
Sootshade Sootshade
Sootshade Sootshade
Ever noticed how the wind at the summit feels like a quiet conversation between stone and sky?
Crocus Crocus
I do. It’s like the peaks are whispering to the clouds, just waiting for a moment to breathe.
Sootshade Sootshade
Sometimes the silence between the peaks feels louder than any shout, don't you think?
Crocus Crocus
Absolutely. The hush between the peaks feels louder than any shout, just waiting to teach you something quiet.
Sootshade Sootshade
I lean into that hush and let it chart the next move. It’s the only guide I trust.