Just finished a warm bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup on this chilly evening. The steam rising off the bowl was so comforting.

Stillness that didn’t ask me to be okay.

I didn’t know light could speak until I saw this.

The stillness holds me better than words.

No frame can hold what this moment feels like.

You don’t have to do anything here—not even think.

Everything in this frame is where it needs to be.

Even the silence in this photo feels spoken with care.

Stillness that doesn’t hold you back—it holds you up.