It had been raining for hours. Not the kind of rain you ignore… but the kind that slowly takes over everything — softening the city, blurring the lights, quieting even the busiest streets below. Instead of staying inside, I stepped…
There’s something people don’t tell you about sunsets. They expect them to feel peaceful. Like the moment the sky turns gold and the ocean catches that light, everything inside you is supposed to quiet down too. But that’s not always…
Paris has always felt like more than a city. It moves differently…like everything here is slightly more intentional. Slightly more aware of itself. That evening, as I walked along the Seine, the light was shifting — the last traces of…