Dayered for 2025 AUTUMN & WINTER | JILL by JILL STUART |
( A Quiet, Gentle Sense of Beginning )
Wrapped in a dignified silence, a ray of light slips through the window and slowly traces my cheek.The outline of the breeze is soft, the air that brushes my skin gently dissolves,and deep within, I feel a small emotion begin to bloom.A wordless premonition starts to quietly take shape.
( A Faint Stirring, Quietly Born )
Like sunlight spreading out, a quiet gaze reaches into the distance in search of direction. With each breath, a faint “something” with no clear form gently wavers and settles quietly in my heart. As if tiny layers softly begin to weave a quiet tremble.
Like sunlight spreading out,
a quiet gaze reaches
into the distance
in search of direction.
With each breath,
a faint “something”
with no clear
form gently wavers
and settles quietly in my heart.
As if tiny layers
softly begin to weave
a quiet tremble.
( A Faint Stirring, Quietly Born )
( Perhaps This is a Heart Flutter )
Something unnamed quietly draws near, filtering through the air. It brushes past my skin, seeps soundlessly within, and somewhere deep inside, an unspoken warmth slowly begins to open. It’s something still too soft to call hope.
( Within Childlike Stillness, a Breeze Stirs )
A small crack forms in the innocence I pretended not to notice.A feeling I’ve never touched before brings the slightest distortion to who I’ve been—just cool enough to feel.And though I can sense it approaching, I pretend not to see.
( A Heart Moves, Still Out of Sync )
Blended in with a tepid breeze, the boundary between feeling and reality softly overlaps. Drawn by unfamiliar emotions, before I even noticed, my heart had quietly stepped ahead of my body.
( Overlapping with a Shadow Still Far Away )
The version of myself I was gazing at still felt distant—but now, I can finally begin to see its shape. In the faint stir around me, I start to quietly welcome a presence that still feels just out of reach.
( A Quiet Warmth, Gently Wrapping Around )
My steps soften, like a lull on the open sea, and a tender voice brushes against my back. Something like a memory no one else could know sways quietly within me. And I thought, maybe this ambiguity is exactly who I am right now.
( A Trembling Heart, a Path of Light )
gently shapes who I am now.
before me is filled with light.
I stopped questioning.
now feels more than enough.
gently illuminate the future.
過ぎゆく日々はゆるやかに重なり、
やがてひとつの色になる。
はじめて出逢った今日を、
そして感じたことのない
未来を着るように。
まだ言葉にならない気持ちが
織り重なることで、
そっと形になっていく。