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The City Falls Asleep on the Warm Rooftops by Giorgio de Chirico

Opening Meditation At the hour when time forgets to move, beneath a sky baked in sepia and silence, the rooftops

As twilight settles over a city corner long forgotten, a wall exhales the secrets of a thousand footsteps. The concrete

In the heart of an early Parisian morning, when the mist rises from the cobblestones like breath from a sleeping

There are structures that sit on the earth with weight, and then there are those that float. Niemeyer’s creations do

A Corridor of Gravity and Silence One does not enter a Richard Serra sculpture; one is swallowed by it. There

Opening Meditation There are windows that look out—and others that look inward. Edward Hopper’s are both. They hang like mirrors

Some pain flowers. Some wounds root themselves in the earth and rise as branches, seeking the sky. In Frida Kahlo’s

There are paintings that speak. Others hum, sigh, or whisper. And then, there are those that gaze back. In the

Opening Meditation In the hour when Paris forgets itself, just before the city stretches into daylight, shadows drift like thoughts

A single lit window in the darkness. Not a beacon, but a whisper. A room aglow while the street lies