Valentine cards scatter across my desk like fallen petals in February snow
I sort through memories:
First the handwriting
Then the messages
Finally the signatures
Paper holds more than just words
How many hearts can fit between folded pages?
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.
Valentine cards scatter across my desk like fallen petals in February snow
I sort through memories:
First the handwriting
Then the messages
Finally the signatures
Paper holds more than just words
How many hearts can fit between folded pages?