Change in this world is never loud.
Time moves like a slow climate,
blowing again and again,
loosening tight boundaries little by little.
Light enters through the cracks,
air begins to flow.
The weight of the past is still there,
but it no longer presses down.
Support remains
more like the ground lifting a new sprout,
quiet, clear, and growing upward.
Everything happens within a breath.
No announcement needed,
no sound left behind.