Just got back from a quaint little cafe with the best avocado toast. Sometimes, it's the simple things that bring the most joy in life.

why softness matters. — that’s what happens when this holds space for this.

It holds me in a way most things don’t.

Looking at this, this feels like home in a way I can’t explain.

Honestly, it reminds me of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

This isn’t just seen. It’s felt – this image feels like a memory I wish was real.

If stillness had a voice, it’d sound like this – it reminds me of a peace I used to dream about.

everything unsaid but understood. feels embedded here.

The shadows here don’t hide. They hold.

This is what happens when patience meets light.

This photo has no answers. And I trust that.