Where do the years go? They slip past so quickly, and yet, when I close my eyes, I feel them near — close enough to touch, close enough to step back into. I still hear the tick-tock of my grandparents’ clock, steady and sure, marking time that I never thought would run out. I still…
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Storyteller
My phone just gave me another warning: Storage almost full. Again. I take a lot of photos. Not always for an audience, not to curate a perfect life, but to gather crumbs — breadcrumbs in the forest of my life. Each image a small, shining proof that I saw, felt, touched, loved. That moment mattered….
Morning Cuppa
There’s something special about those quiet mornings, when it’s just me and my cuppa. As I wrap my hands around the warmth, the steam rising like whispers of comfort, I find solace in the stillness. It’s a time when the world seems to slow down, allowing me to savour the simple pleasures that often go…
Apples of Gold 