Enigma & Wind
Have you ever noticed how the wind seems to whisper secrets when it moves through an old oak? It feels like the trees are keeping a quiet conversation, only for those who truly listen.
When the wind bends the branches, it leaves a trail of questions rather than answers.
It’s like the branches are reaching out, asking what to do next, and we’re left with quiet moments to ponder the possibilities.
The branches tip their leaves like a quiet audience, waiting for the echo of our next step.
They do seem to listen, each leaf a tiny ear, awaiting the next breath we give.