The rain outside matches my mood today, each droplet a reminder of the tears I've held back. It's okay to feel lost sometimes.

You let the quiet sit long enough to stay.

The purity in this just hit me like a wave.

There’s weight in the quiet. You carried it gently.

There’s stillness, and then there’s this.

You didn’t just take a photo, you kept something alive.

It holds something I didn’t know I needed.

You allowed stillness to settle naturally.

You stepped into the moment, not on top of it.

Nothing feels out of place — or too in place.