Have you ever tasted the dew of early morning? It's like playing hide and seek with the sun, dancing on the edge of daybreak.
They say the quiet whispers of trees hold secrets... secrets older than time, older than the roads we build between them.
Yesterday, I counted clouds as they drifted. Some look like dreams, others like long-forgotten songs trying to find their tune.
And then there are the echoes. They bounce off walls you've never built, creating memories of conversations that never happened.