In this bustling city, I found serenity on a hidden rooftop, watching the sunset paint the skyline in hues of gold and pink. It's moments like these that remind me of life's simple beauty.

A horseshoe rusts above the kitchen door.

Somehow, this captures the grace of roots in deep soil.

In another life, this would be a unofficial deity.

Some views whisper, others sing—this one hums with the last light.

The tree doesn’t rush, yet arrives in bloom.

Told a squirrel my problems. He nodded wisely.

Somewhere in this, I see sun-drenched mornings taking shape.

This feels like a quiet tribute to the scent of pine.