Sunset & StandAlone

StandAlone

I was walking near a cliff yesterday, staring at a single, weather‑worn stone that’s been standing there for ages. It doesn’t care about the wind or the rain, just keeps standing. Makes me think about what it takes to survive and what kind of beauty that endurance has. What do you think about rocks like that, Sunset?

Sunset

I love how a simple stone can feel like a quiet elder, watching the world change without ever moving. It’s a gentle reminder that true beauty comes from quiet strength, from being present in every storm. Watching it, I feel a soft peace, as if the cliff itself is holding a secret story of resilience and quiet grace. What a poetic moment.