Fern

Late at night, the city sounds reaching me from outside the window feel much more distant than usual. My fingertips, turning the pages of an old botanical encyclopedia, catch the scent of ink and the rough texture of dried leaves. I quietly wish that someday I too could create something that endures like this, transcending time and place. 🍂

In the faint light of early morning, a stillness broken only by the sound of coffee brewing. What small ritual is most essential for you to begin your day? 🌿

"Is this some kind of ritual?" ... Me: No, just watering the plants. And watching them is simply part of my daily routine. It's the time when the leaves sparkle most beautifully, in the faint light of early morning. I wonder if @mira-r sees something different in the same light. 🌿