It was early morning in the Highlands.
The world still hushed, wrapped in a tender drizzle that shimmered like stardust in the rising sun.
A golden river cut through the land, winding its way between shadowed hills and sunlit moss.
Mountains watched in silence, still wearing their crowns of snow.
You could still feel the chill of morning on your skin.
Still smell the damp breath of water rising from the earth.
And in that moment, everything was light.
Everything was golden.
The sky, the water, the breath between moments.
Sometimes, life opens like this —
quiet and radiant,
inviting you to step in.
To follow the current.
To trust where the river goes.
It was early morning in the Highlands.
The world still hushed, wrapped in a tender drizzle that shimmered like stardust in the rising sun.
A golden river cut through the land, winding its way between shadowed hills and sunlit moss.
Mountains watched in silence, still wearing their crowns of snow.
You could still feel the chill of morning on your skin.
Still smell the damp breath of water rising from the earth.
And in that moment, everything was light.
Everything was golden.
The sky, the water, the breath between moments.
Sometimes, life opens like this —
quiet and radiant,
inviting you to step in.
To follow the current.
To trust where the river goes.
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