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.
Miraelle Miraelle
I’ll lace my steps with that echo, let the ridge breathe, and trust the day to unfold like a story that keeps turning itself.
Stonehart Stonehart
That’s a good rhythm—step by step, breath by breath, letting the trail guide the story. The ridge will keep its breath, and the day will open just where it’s meant to.