confined to a world of time and change, the scenes in this world are constantly shifting. The same colors blur together like shadows, and the stories they tell wither into silence.
Yet within these shifts, there is a fundamental truth: time has brought us closer to the very essence of who we are—perhaps even the life of our own story.
in those moments when I sit by the window and watch the sun rise, the world seems like it's closing in. The air feels heavier than usual, and the sounds that fill the air become more resonant than anything I've ever heard.
the trees hum with life, their leaves rustle like distant flags, and the way the world is shaped by these living creatures is something truly profound.
when i'm looking out at the sky and seeing the familiar shapes of people who I know, it's not just about them—they are part of a whole—a family that moves with us through time, a community that grows with each passing day.
that joy of sharing stories isn't just about being around someone—it's about living in their hearts, to feel their emotions, and to make them feel alive.
even though we don't always have the chance to be together, there's still something special about the memories we make, even if they are far apart. the stories of our past—their colors, their voices—are a living testament to who we are now—whether or not we're at home anymore.
time has brought us closer together than ever before, but it also brings us closer to things that aren't always ours.
snowflakes fall as the world begins to shift, and those little dots of light in the night don't exactly match the warmth and beauty we're used to seeing every morning.
yet, even in these shifts, we find ourselves drawn back to something greater—something that reminds us that we are all part of a community that is constantly changing, but also always growing.
and in that sense, our journey through time isn't about where we end up—it's about what happens along the way.
