¿Estás ahí?

The waxing moon rises between two trees like a whisper of hope. In its growing curve lives the promise of renewal, of what has yet to be. It reminds us that there is always space to begin again, to grow gently, without haste, just as it does in the sky. The sunset embraces it in dark hues, reminding us that even in shadow, light finds its way. We are made of the same: cycles, change, silence... and an ancient longing to look up at the sky and feel at home.