“Distance is an illusion when silence carries across the same ground.”

Evening softened across the cove, folding light into shadow. From the living room window, I saw a figure move, not hurried, not hiding, but steady. A quiet presence crossing the space where one yard ends and another begins, a place where no one claims ownership, and yet everyone’s life touches.

The air seemed to hold them gently, carrying the sense that some movements are not meant to be announced but simply witnessed. No doors closed, no alarms stirred, only the silence of night receiving what passed through it.

I thought of how often our lives cross this way, not in grand gestures, but in quiet intersections, unnoticed until later, when we realize how deeply one path has brushed against our own.

It was not about fear, but about remembering, even in stillness, stories are walking beside us. Even in silence, lives overlap, and sometimes we don’t see the meaning until long after the steps have faded.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And as morning dew traced the grass, faint steps remained, a gentle reminder that we are never alone in the crossing, even when the path feels solitary.