Whispers of Light
It’s that moment at the break of dawn, when the sky is darkest. When you need a flashlight simply to find your way around your own balcony. That moment when the breeze is strong and carries with it the smells of dew break. It is that very moment when you’re too embarrassed to disrupt the silence. When not even a whisper is heard and the sleeping world seems too peaceful.
But as light slowly emerges, so do the whispers that are heard, becoming a bit more decisive but still not stressing the vocal chords. It is a different moment, that of illumination. It is when day dawns, together with your plans, ideas and ambitions for the hours ahead.
And then as the sun rises, so do the people, the daily business, the noise. It is when you no longer care to keep your voice down because everyone is, or ought to be up, and about by now. It is when the whispers turn directly into loud talk, usually about anything and nothing simultaneously. When discussions happen often for the sake of it, with interlocutors competing not at wit, but at who will have the last word, no matter how trifling it may be.
It is that moment when you, who was so far whispering, acknowledge that sometimes it is better to whisper a thousand words that light up your mind, than shout ten than burn it down.
Also part of Daily Prompt: Whisper