I almost missed it.
The sun was already falling
behind the branches.
Not a perfect view.
Not a clear horizon.
Just a glimpse.
And maybe that’s why it stayed with me.
Light doesn’t always need space.
Sometimes it slips quietly
between what seems in the way.
It doesn’t ask for attention.
It simply appears —
and disappears
before you decide
whether it was enough.
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