A flicker of sunlight on a windowsill. Dappled moments of cool air flow. Soft curtain dance. Chimes tinkling in a breeze. Texture and scents. Subtleties.
Yet, to see it requires more than just looking, it asks for a surrender, a willingness to let go and to meet it. Perhaps where the art of living begins...
To embrace the simple magic of what’s in front of us. It's always there, waiting to be seen or created. Sometimes warmly flickering in some nestled corner.🕯
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