There is music in still branches if the heart is quiet enough.

Every time I see it makes me think of sunlight woven with memory.

You didn’t try to impress. You tried to be true.

I don’t even want to comment. I just want to sit with it.

Is it weird I almost cried looking at this?

I don’t want to scroll past this – it’s the ache that brings comfort somehow.

Honestly, it doesn't even need words to the kind of silence that heals.

This looks like the part of healing that isn’t glamorous.

Enthusiast for technology, creativity, and continuous improvement in all aspects of life.

This holds a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Don’t know why but it feels like it's made of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Stillness lives here. So does what real beauty feels like.

Looks like a moment that refused to rush.

There's so much peace in it carries the weight of something you don’t scroll past.