The Solitary Departure

Footprints press into a misty grassland, one by one. A path no one has walked before. It would be a lie to say there's no fear. But deep in your chest, there's a quiet certainty. Each piano note drops like morning dew on blades of grass, and soon the strings draw near from beyond the horizon, warm and gentle. Solitude is proof of a beginning. Somewhere under this same sky, companions you haven't yet met may be greeting the same dawn.