As the days shrink ever smaller sometimes she seems to hold her breath as she rolls out towards the last light. Everything pauses for a moment as the sky fills with warm pinks, and the light folds itself into the clouds. Utter peace rolls out across the earth and the ocean in silent waves of stillness.
Some of the light settles in reflective pools, shimmering liquid gold among the velvet shadows of the gathering night. Still water mirrors perfect undisturbed reflections soothing the mind and soul of all who see. As above, so below, and the old magic spills out across the world.
Even our breath pauses in its beauty, filled with wonder about what might follow. After the pause comes motion, rolling out once more in the opposite direction. Only on the threshold, between two directions, is the balance of stillness possible. Whenever you encounter it, drink it in, nectar from the Gods to feed our souls.