Sometimes, a whisper speaks louder than a scream.
A whisper, like a kiss, is less about force
and more about timing
It is more about intent than substance.
What do you long to hear in a whisper?
A melody of lovely thoughts, a symphony of passions,
or perhaps the unspoken truths of your deepest self?
Are you surrounded by people, yet feel alone?
Remember this…
It doesn’t matter- nothing matters
In the arms of someone you love, even the softest whisper can halt time itself.
In that fleeting moment, the world stops,
and nothing else matters except the connection woven through a single breath-
The world stops for a whisper.
That is the power of a whisper
I took that picture of the fallen leaves will hiking outside Hartford Connecticut. Endless miles of fallen leaves getting ready to be covered by snow.
You can see some more of my Connecticut pictures here.
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