✍️At night, the sky and the ground exchange greetings

At night, the road stopped pretending it was busy. The lamps softened their glow, the wires loosened their tension, and the sky leaned a little closer.

No one noticed the moment it happened—when the ground lifted its tired breath and the sky answered with moonlight. But it did. They exchanged greetings the way old friends do: without words, without effort.

The ground said, I carried everything today.

The sky replied, Rest. I’ll watch for a while.

Light stood between them as witness and messenger, passing the meaning back and forth. Shadows listened. Trees nodded. Even the silence felt included.

Nothing dramatic changed. Morning didn’t rush in. Problems didn’t vanish.

But the world felt aligned—like everything remembered where it belonged.

And for anyone walking there, even alone, it felt enough to know this:

the night was not empty.

It was a conversation.