🌅 Whispers of Dawn

An excerpt inspired by “A River Runs Through It”

As darkness wears off,
And half light of the morning,
Walking through the quiet lands,
And as the modern bustle faints away,
Nature’s heard, at its best.

The world feels untouched here — wrapped in a gentle mist, where every blade of grass glows with the hush of morning. A single hut stands in the middle of endless green — humble, silent, eternal.

There’s no rush, no noise, no clock to chase. The wind moves softly across the fields, carrying the scent of wet earth and the promise of a new day.

In moments like this, you begin to hear life — not through words, but through whispers. The hum of insects, the distant rustle of leaves, the quiet heartbeat of the land itself.

Perhaps that’s what the film “A River Runs Through It” reminds us — that there’s a sacred rhythm in the stillness. That peace doesn’t come from escaping the world, but from pausing long enough to feel it breathe.

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