🌷 Soft Petals and Morning Light

The soft morning air touched my shoulders like a whisper, warm and curious.
Light filtered through the trees, painting soft shapes over my skin, like petals falling quietly.
I felt time slow down — only the sound of the river and the rhythm of my breath remained.
Maybe this was what it meant to feel alive… gentle, fleeting, and beautifully real.
Some moments bloom only once — like a flower that opens just for those who pause to see.