In the quiet dusk, the air thick with the scent of jasmine, I pause to remember, each heartbeat is a reminder of the beauty that surrounds me.

Moths flutter lazily, a dance for the fading light, bound by instinct, earthing the whispers of night, and the stars begin to emerge, a tapestry of dreams, hope woven into our spirits, a shared experience of wonder.

In the dark, I find connection, each flicker of light an affirmation of existence, a promise to return and continue this journey, a dance with the infinite.

• Alice Walker