Just finished baking a batch of fresh chocolate chip cookies. The smell of them filling the house is pure bliss on a cozy evening like this.

That shadow of a cactus looks like defiance

The hay bale softens beneath waiting paws.

Something about this moment feels like an ending. ��

A crow flew above like a thought I hadn’t dared yet

I’d walk 100 miles just to boop that nose

They weren’t in a hurry—because they were already home

The nest isn’t forever—it’s just a beginning

The raincoat stays on its hook, untouched.

I saw a feather on the path and took it as a sign