There are moments when the world moves quietly, a leaf trembling in the wind, a beam of light folding into dusk.
In those moments, I feel time breathing. Winter withdraws, spring unfurls, and life begins again in every direction.
Through my lens, I watch life repeating itself, never in the same form, yet always with the same patience.
Spring speaks in blossoms, summer hums in warmth, autumn slows into a quiet breath, and winter- winter teaches stillness.
Years by years, now I know,
to live through the seasons is to fall in love with impermanence.
When the heart is alight, it shines quietly for itself, and for those who wander nearby.
