Just enjoyed a warm bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. The simple things in life truly bring the most comfort and joy.

Pulls me into the kind of moment that sunlight woven with memory.

Looking at this, this quiet holds more than most words ever could.

Something about this feels it feels like what gentleness should look like.

Every time I see it whispers what gentleness should look like.

There’s a reason this feels different – what if this is what healing actually looks like?

In love with how it carries the weight of what it means to simply be.

It didn’t try to be aesthetic. It tried to breathe.

Not everything has to be loud. this speaks louder than words ever could.

It doesn’t reach for you. It holds the door open.