An afternoon cup of coffee, the steam rising in the cool air. The aroma fills the room, bringing a moment of calm in the midst of the day's chaos.

I felt seen, not fixed. Heard, not handled.

The field breathed in mist and let go of yesterday.

They live between branches and sky—balanced in mystery

That stork silhouette felt older than language

Even the crow carries elegance when we stop resisting it

You gave more than kindness—you gave dignity.

That’s not a pet, that’s a spiritual guide

My screen just turned into a moment of truth.

I found my pulse in the rhythm of the woods