Nestled in peat, newts hibernate through winter’s grip.
Their hearts beat slow, memories slower.
Spring brings them back to motion.

Passionate about building connections and creating solutions that inspire change.

It’s like your comment was meant for this light.

Quiet love for the post, wrapped in your lines.

Now I have to pretend I meant it that way.

The emotion here? Unspoken, but understood.

This caption is the inner monologue I didn’t know I needed.

This made me want to write in my journal again.