Pelicans glide through evening light like threads through golden fabric
Their pattern emerges:
One leads
Three follow
A dozen join
The sky weaves itself whole
How do they know which thread comes next?
sometimes the quietest thoughts speak the loudest. This is a collection of moments - observations, questions, and wanderings that unfold like paper birds.
each entry stands alone, yet together they tell a story of stillness, of seeing the world through eyes that notice the spaces between seconds and the weight of unspoken words.
join me 6 times a week for a new moment of pause and a longer version on Sunday Mornings.
Pelicans glide through evening light like threads through golden fabric
Their pattern emerges:
One leads
Three follow
A dozen join
The sky weaves itself whole
How do they know which thread comes next?