It’s June now the sun feels stronger, the days longer, and the colors of spring have begun to fade into summer.
But I keep going back to a moment from the end of April, when I stood in the middle of an apple orchard in full bloom.
Everywhere I looked, apple blossoms danced gently in the breeze — soft white petals clinging to branches like a dream in motion.
The world felt slower then, quieter, almost sacred.
And in that peaceful silence, I felt grounded — like everything was exactly where it needed to be.
That photo, captured on a crisp spring day, is more than a memory.
It’s a reminder that seasons change, time moves on, but some moments are worth holding onto.
As summer takes over, I carry that spring feeling with me — calm, pure, and quietly powerful.
