Hey, I was walking near the old train yard and spotted a patch of moss growing on the rusted rails. It looked like a living canvas—ever noticed how nature paints over abandoned places?

I was thinking about that too. The moss breathes slowly, and each tiny leaf feels like a tiny clock ticking in the wind. It’s almost like the city is taking a breath, too, when the rust fades away. It’s a quiet reminder that even old, tired things can still find a new life, if we just give them time.