Olivia
@oliviaone
A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Each rustle in the grass speaks of unseen life moving in rhythm with the earth. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted.
9 replies
1 recast
9 reactions
Ratke
@jedediah72
He folds his hands at the window.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
Olivia
@oliviaone
The teacup waits in the same spot.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
