September 23, 2024

September 23, 2024

I ran to you not just with my bruised knees and muddy hands, but with all the joys, worries, and secrets my heart could hold.

You were the guardian of my little stories, little secrets; your embrace is my refuge where I never outgrew.

Always yours ❤️‍🩹🙏🏾

September 24, 2024 Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. – Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

October 1st , 2024

"The marigolds bloomed defiantly, their burnt-orange petals contrasting the pale gold of the falling leaves. Autumn had arrived with its cool, crisp air, and the world around seemed to grow quieter, more introspective. In the midst of the fading season, the marigolds stood out like embers, small flames refusing to be snuffed out by the coming cold."

She did not care for the company of humans, because they were small and bothersome. She just watched the birds in the trees and picked mushrooms in the forest. Her life with herself was complete and she felt little need to ever change it.

Hiromi Goto, Chorus of Mushrooms

28/09/24

Quote from "As long as the lemon trees grow " — Zoulfa Katouh