China

ChinaRising into the morning mist, each step feels heavier than the last. In the mountains of China, I push forward, drawn by the promise of what lies beyond the veil of fog. With every breath, the world around me shiftssilent, mysterious, waiting. I climb, knowing that when the mist lifts, the landscape will unfold before me, breathtaking and endless, a reward for the journey.

binding us in shared stories and unspoken truths

With every heartbeat

the only sound our quiet strokes

each step driven by the pull of a love she thought was lost

It’s quiet here

their bodies move as one—graceful

they move as one—each step deliberate

yet the moment remains untouched

I feel that hope

every breath

she shines brighter than any spotlight

but the light doesn’t waver