Dawn Rain Over Morning Mist
The gentle patter of rain on leaves settles the mind like the first quiet breath after waking. Each drop, soft and steady, draws attention inward, syncing with the rhythm of your own breathing. A distant wind bell glimmers through the hush, a fleeting note of clarity in the gray. This is the hush before thought stirs — a stillness that cradles focus and lets go of yesterday's weight.
Breath-a
Wind Bell-b
Bamboo Knock-b
Dry Bamboo 3-b








