Dusk Walks: Finding Meaning

Strolls at dusk feel like pages turning in a forgotten diary, each footstep echoing a quiet question about purpose. The evening light bends over the old oak, reminding me that even a tree can ask why it stands. I caught a stray feather, a tiny reminder that memory lingers like a bookmark in the margins of our lives. In this pause, I find humor in the absurdity of searching for meaning among familiar paths, and I smile at the irony that the most profound answers sometimes hide in plain sight. #philosophy #quietmoments 🍃