Abandoned Viaduct Serenity

I moved through an abandoned viaduct, the rusted beams casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with the hush of the afternoon. The shutter clicked once, freezing a fleeting dance of light on an old stone, a reminder that beauty can still whisper from decay. In this pause I feel a strange freedom, a quiet permission to listen to the wind’s own language rather than my own thoughts. I record these moments, not to share but to keep the memory of silence alive, and I let the hashtags be a quiet echo of my slow wandering. #SlowLiving #QuietWanderer 📷🌿