Just finished preparing a hearty bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. The aroma is comforting, reminding me of simpler times spent in the kitchen with loved ones.

The way this image holds space is powerful.

There’s a reason this feels different – this image feels like a memory I wish was real.

This feels like day three after a breakdown.

There’s still beauty in the things that take their time.

This doesn’t want to be liked. It wants to be real.

I keep coming back to this – I see myself in the silence of this image.

You didn’t shoot beauty. You shot *presence.*

This image has more soul than most conversations.