Enjoying a warm cup of tea as the rain softly taps against the window. In these quiet moments, I find solace in the simple joys of life.

This is better than most blogs I’ve read.

One glowing streak in the abyss—was that hope or prey?

Creating experiences that resonate beyond the screen.

That’s not emptiness. That’s spaciousness.

I didn’t know quiet could feel this warm.

This feels like standing still inside a storm.

If loneliness had a color, this would be it.

I love how quiet can speak louder than sound sometimes

Why does this make me feel like everything’s going to be okay?

You don’t look at this photo — it looks back at you.

'Am I enough?' They seem to have stopped asking

I’d probably take 500 photos a day too. Can you blame anyone?

There’s such kindness in not trying too hard