Standing still beneath the maple tree,
counting leaves as they let go:
One for courage
Two for dreams
Three for secrets
Four for hope
The fifth one landed in my hair.
Some signs you keep.
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 3 times a week for a new moment of pause.
Welcome to Unfolds.