Margins of Light

The morning light
was quietly streaming into the room.

On the white walls and on the floor,
a soft brightness was spreading.

Outside the window,
time was flowing as it always does.

The light streaming into the room
must have been there every day.

However, for some reason, it caught my eye that day.

It may not be that the light had changed,
but rather that I, the observer, had paused for a moment.

In the room wrapped in light,
even the flow of time seemed to have become a little gentler.

Shadows are born from light,
and light takes shape through shadows.

In between them,
there is an unspoken margin.

A quiet margin
that does not need to be filled with anything.

While gently touching that space,
the light asks for nothing,
simply continuing to exist there in silence.

It is not too dazzling.

Yet, that soft brightness
makes the heaviness remaining deep in my heart
feel just a little lighter.

Every time the light streams in,
a new scene is born within the room.

It is nothing special.

However,
within those small moments that one might easily overlook,
it certainly exists.

That quiet margin
was gently illuminating
the time that is today.

Even if things do not go well today,
may there be at least a few moments of peace.

May you have a good day.

And to you as well.
And to me, too.

*The music was created using Suno AI. The song art is created using AI.

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