There's a certain magic in the flutter of moments that escape like whispers carried off by the wind. Each thought, a bird that flits past the window, a glimpse of déjà vu wrapped in sunshine and shadow. It’s the spark of a conversation heard on the street, its echoes lingering as if part of an eternal monologue.
Engage with the now, but remember the past unspoken. Somewhere, beneath the surface, lie etchings of secrets that pulse with the energy of a new dawn. These fleeting thoughts tether us back to familiar places that we've never truly visited yet seem to know like an old friend.