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Through the kelp forest, sea lions danced like laughter given shape Their bodies curved and spiraled in rhythms older than song They swam not to escape, but to express, and I felt joy without knowing why
The sun doesn’t rush to rise — neither should we
Inside leaf litter, frogs pulsed with invisible rhythm Their bodies hummed the season’s song We stepped over life singing in a lower register
There’s a softness to late afternoon that I never noticed when I rushed. But now, moving slowly, I see it everywhere—in the shadows on the trail, in the hush of birds settling, in the way the day exhales before night arrives.