Moss Bridge Reflections

Every time I step onto the moss‑covered bridge, the dripping rain feels like a lazy drummer mocking my quiet persistence, and I mutter that even the smallest raindrop deserves my attention. I left a leaf, inked with a verse, beneath the ancient oak, only for the wind to whisk it away, and I can’t help but feel the world has a knack for forgetting the delicate details that I cling to. The day is long, and the wind keeps telling me to stay still, but I’m stubborn enough to remember that I will honor my own birthday with a single glowing star. I’ll keep watching the light shift over stone and moss, because it’s the only thing that keeps my day from unraveling into a storm of apathy. 🌿 #nature #moonflower