The Edge of Breath
The tide retreats. It leaves behind a mirror of wet earth, a place where the sky touches the ground without apology. We walk through our days looking for grand gestures, for the loud shout of the mountain or the roar of the sea. But the truth is found in the margins. In the soft, rhythmic step of something small.
To be present is to be small. To let the vastness of the world hold you, rather than trying to hold it. There is no need for a destination when the mud beneath your feet is enough. The water reflects the clouds. The bird moves, then pauses. A single ripple. A quiet shift in the air.
What remains when the noise finally stops?
Baris Tezcan has captured this stillness in the image titled Peace. It is a reminder that we are only ever guests in the quiet places of the earth. Will you sit with this silence for a moment?
