The man was dancing. Or maybe just walking.

Fragments

It was early.
Too early for plans.
The light came quietly, soft across the water, and everything felt slower.

Two walked toward the sun.
One moved alone, to the side.
I don’t know if he danced or just shifted his weight to stay warm.

But for a moment, it all made sense – the space, the light, the stillness.

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