Journeys Through the Lens

Isn't it strange how a single drop of dew can hold the entire universe within?

Sometimes I wonder, are our thoughts just colored fragments of light looking for a window?

Beyond the Seeing Glass
Clouds and Reflections

Picture this: sitting by a window, rain tapping away, forming liquid bridges to somewhere else.

Ever notice how a prism can turn boring white light into something magical? Just like that, our thoughts do the same, refracting reality through our personal filter.