Sky

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape as they strolled through the glen. The tranquillity of the moment was palpable, and the trek felt like a leisurely dance with nature.

As they meandered along the trail, one of them, perhaps inspired by the beauty of the surroundings, decided to steer the conversation into more profound waters. Breaking the peaceful silence, he turned to his companion and asked, "Do you know the deepest valley?"

The question hung in the air for a moment before the other, caught off guard by the sudden shift, responded with a hint of whimsy, "It's the sky."

And with that, the conversation lingered, the words drifting like clouds in the vast expanse above. Each step carried them forward, leaving the meaning to unfold in the silence between their footfalls.