Sunsets and sunrises are the moments when the world seems to pause before me 🌿
Fiery lines across the sky, gold and crimson spilling slow, they move with the same rhythm as my breath. Strange how even the chaos of the day or the weight of the night softens when I look at them

A sunset is the certainty that everything lived today remains mine.
A sunrise is the promise that the new day will fall into step with me

There’s something inevitable in how these moments obey a natural order.
And deep down, I know: that order follows wherever I choose to go