The volcano erupted with full force. The air above the crater was filled with a swarm of paper airplanes, spiraling and billowing upwards. It was as if the mountain itself were sending stories and secrets out into the world, each airplane a message waiting to be caught. People were already standing on the slopes, nets high in the air, baskets open, as if catching fish in an invisible ocean.
Dear Day to Come, With some reservation but also with hope I turn to you. You, who are still a blank slate, an unknown path that stretches out before me. Today I want to ask you to be gentle, to bring a touch of softness and understanding into your presence. I know that your coming is inevitable. Fate has placed you on my path, with the promise of new opportunities, challenges and moments of meaning. Yet I cannot deny that your coming also brings with it a certain tension. For who knows what you carry with you? Will you be filled with light, or will you carry clouds with you? Will you offer me the space to grow, or will I fight against the flow of your hours?
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