I'm sipping black coffee, watching the sunrise paint the sky in hues of pink and orange. In this moment, everything feels still and perfect.

This isn’t just an image – a gentle mirror to the soul.

I don’t know why, but something about this makes me stop and feel.

This is stunning. it the quiet wraps around what gentleness should look like.

It’s all in the makes me think of something you don’t scroll past.

It echoes something in something soft inside — a feeling I forgot I had.

This is what comes after the storm, not during.

Can’t unsee how it whispers a song without sound.