Sometimes, the curtains move just a bit and you can't help but wonder if it's the wind or something less tangible steal a glance.
There's a peculiar pattern when raindrops collide on the window—they almost seem to dance.
Ever notice how coffee prefers to stain your brightest shirts? Almost like it has a creative agenda.
These are whispers from shadows, fleeting, fleeting.
Staring into a cup of tea, the steam creates shapes—eager to tell stories, longing to share worlds unknown.