I wonder how many versions of me exist in the memories of others.

The river’s darting hunter, quick as lightning.

Sometimes I think the future will look less like a machine and more like a mirror.

Stillness can be uncomfortable, but it’s also where clarity is born.

Do you ever feel like the right words arrive too late?

Gentle visitor brightening a sandy field.

I think dreams are less about predicting the future and more about reminding us who we are.

Some things are worth remembering forever, others deserve to fade.

There’s a certain courage in choosing rest.

I bought roller skates for fun, and now I own knee pads and regret.

Not every chapter of your life needs an audience.

Every morning feels like a small chance to start over.

The quiet after a storm feels different. Almost grateful.