The Light That Falls

The horizon did not separate sky and sea.
It joined them.

Darkness stood still,
as if it had finally understood
it was not the end of the day
but the frame.

From above, light descended.
Not in beams,
but like a waterfall.
Fire without heat.
Gold without weight.

The sun and the moon
did not compete.
They took turns breathing.

Water received everything
without question.
It always does.

Some moments are not meant
to be captured.
They are meant
to pass through you
and leave you quieter
than they found you.

#zeeland

Photography: RoseBloom 🌹