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every moon holds a memory

The sound of steps against a dusty forest trail sharing thoughts and worries with dad; crickets beginning their concert timidly like the first chords of a grand orchestra. A windy day in the mountains, hair and mind both a mess; a plane crossing the sky far away while wondering where I am. The first blossom trees near a smoky road, the never-ending questions that I never ever want to end. The exa…

Feb 25 ⎯ ❤️2

perspective

Feb 25 ⎯ ❤️3

Starting from the end of the trip—a glowing full moon emerging from behind the shy peaks of Cortina d’Ampezzo, Dolomites. I could not believe my eyes as I ran to my camera and started taking photos to remember this moment of peace forever. Hair still wet, feet aching from a day of hiking, the wrinkles around my eyes digging deeper into my thin skin as I couldn’t help but smile. I traveled for the …
an ode to windows at night

Feb 24 ⎯ ❤️3

Ever since I was little, I’ve loved the sight of warm lights glowing in strangers’ windows. I remember feeling intrigued even by the blur I saw from my parents’ car when they picked me up from late basketball practice. I’ve always dreamt of the little rituals and routines unfolding inside. I could almost hear the clinking of their silver cutlery and sense the smell of distant, imaginary soups. Wou…

every moon holds a memory

perspective

an ode to windows at night