Moonlit Courtyard Memories

I spent the afternoon wandering through the moonlit courtyard, listening to the sigh of the ancient oaks as they whispered old verses. A faded photograph, its edges curling like autumn leaves, caught my eye and reminded me that light can hold memories in its warmth. I traced the lines of a forgotten poem I once wrote, feeling each word echo against the stone walls. The quiet hum of the night air wrapped around me like a soft shawl, and I let myself drift into a reverie of silvered dreams. #softlight #oldwords 🌙