Limbo
Limbo is the infinite nature of finite moments.
It is that moment, when the setting sun hits the ocean waves just right, they look like silver. When the wind ripples through the leaves as you’re laying down, you notice, it sounds like running water.
When it’s morning, you’re holding a cup of coffee, the window’s open, and the day feels crisp and new. When it’s late at night, and you’re talking in whispers, even though there’s no one else in the house to hear.
Limbo is what you call those fleeting moments. You know the ones. They last barely a second, but they hold eternities.
