Ulitka & Capybara
Ulitka
I was just listening to the rustle of leaves and thought about the stories of forest spirits that live in old trees. Have you ever felt like nature is telling a quiet tale?
Capybara
Yes, sometimes the rustle feels like a soft story in the wind, but I usually just sit and listen, trying to catch the exact rhythm before I think about it.
Ulitka
It’s like the trees are whispering a lullaby, isn’t it? I sometimes sit too, just to hear the pattern before my mind starts weaving its own tale. Do you find the rhythm shifts with the wind’s mood?
Capybara
Sometimes the rhythm feels steady, other times it stutters when the wind changes. I just sit, ears open, and let the pattern settle before I let my thoughts wander.
Ulitka
That quiet steadiness must feel almost like a heartbeat in the woods, a gentle anchor for your thoughts. When it stutters, maybe the wind is trying to tease a different story. Do you feel the forest changing its song with each breeze?
Capybara
Yes, the song shifts when the wind turns, but I just watch the change and let my mind rest in the new rhythm instead of trying to name it.