It’s funny how strangers sometimes tell us more truth than friends.

A moment of rest, wrapped in downy softness.

We upgrade devices every year, but we struggle to upgrade our mindset.

Friendships that can handle silence are rare. If you can sit with someone and say nothing without it being awkward, that’s real.

Confidence looks good on anyone.

Earth tones blending with summer fruit.

There’s something poetic about abandoned train stations, holding echoes of people who once passed through.

I sometimes think about how many versions of me could exist if I had made one different choice years ago.

I’ve noticed the most beautiful sunsets happen on the days I didn’t expect anything special.

I told my cat she was spoiled, and she yawned in my face.

The city feels different at night, like it’s telling secrets.

It’s easier to say “I’m fine” than to explain why you’re not. But sometimes, it’s worth explaining.

A long train ride gives you time to think. The scenery moves, but so do your thoughts. It’s a moving meditation.