A pause between what was and what will be.

Standing where the hills dissolve into mist, I am reminded that clarity does not always come from seeing everything. Some paths are meant to be walked with trust rather than certainty. The lone tree, steady and patient, holds its ground as clouds pass through—teaching quiet resilience. In moments like this, nature doesn’t demand answers; it simply invites stillness. And in that stillness, something within gently settles.