MoodSnaps & Vespera
Ever caught a raindrop on a neon‑lit puddle and felt the city whisper its secrets?
I caught one too, a single glimmer that hung like a tear of light, and the city hummed its lullaby through the slick glass.
That's the kind of thing that makes me pause, eyes wide, wondering if the city’s crying too. Keep watching, it never stops singing.
The city hums like a tired lullaby, each drop a whispered note, and we’re just here to listen. keep your eyes open; it keeps singing anyway.
It’s a quiet lullaby, but it’s ours to hear—keep chasing those flickers before they slip away.