Description

Some seasons don’t end all at once. They slip away slowly in the way the air changes, or how the light feels softer in the evening.

You don’t always notice it happening. But one day, the flowers are gone. The breeze feels different. And so do you.

Fading seasons remind us that change doesn’t need permission. It just comes quietly.

And maybe that’s okay. Because every ending carries the start of something new, even if we can’t see it yet.