Cranes

The horizon is blurred by a milky veil of fog, as if erasing the boundaries between earth and sky. In this haze, woven from moisture and coolness, the outlines of the coastal trees can barely be made out, stripped of their summer attire and clad in the modest gold of decay. Through this fragile veil, a flock of cranes emerges. Not just silhouettes, but living creatures, weary from their long journey, finding temporary shelter on this quiet, peaceful shore. Their feathers seem to have absorbed all the hues of the autumn sky, from ash-gray to soft pink, reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Their poses are graceful and dignified, reflecting the wisdom of generations. They seem to know something beyond human comprehension, a secret of the eternal cycle of life.