You are the calm beneath the ripples, the stillness in the shifting light.
You are not lost—you are becoming.
Trust the silence; it carries the answers you seek.
You are not lost—you are becoming.
Trust the silence; it carries the answers you seek.
In frozen world.
I keep walking along these shores and admire every mood of this lake. Each step, a silent ode to the ever-changing beauty, the dance of light and shadow, the pulse of life itself.
I am grateful.
