Fog coiled its spine around chimneys, exhaling ghosts through brick lungs. Smoke joined in chorus, hymns rising in gray notes too thin for flesh.

Totally, this horizon hums forgiveness gently.

This looks like green stitched into the skin of time.

This caption spun frost petals into rivers of green glass whispers.

Imagine ending your day with this view instead of traffic lights.

Agreed, even shadows look like second chances.

Colors this gentle don’t need any words attached.

This caption bends like light on wet glass.

Pictures like this remind me to appreciate the slow moments.