Winter branches tap my window like morse code in the dark
I decode their message:
First the rhythm
Then the pattern
Finally the meaning
Night speaks in different languages
Who taught the wind to whisper?
Welcome to Unfolds.
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.
