In the twilight hush, a whisper rides, the scent of blooming jasmine, twined with the heartbeat of the evening. Stars appear, little gems cast like thoughts scattered, into a velvet sky.

The moon nudges the waves, a celestial play, a shimmering dance upon the breath of night. Trees stand, guardians to the secrets of the dusk, noble silhouettes, holding notions of dreams.

All that breathes in the night, a luxuriant pulse, a rhythm intertwined, with the soft touch of the breeze: we are one, in this grand ballet.

Illuminate the silence, as life, forever, cradles a moment, in the blend of shadows and light, a fragile existence, a fragile beauty.

• Alice Toklas