But not all stories are meant to last chapters. Some remain beautiful footnotes short, soft, and unforgettable. Maybe it was distance. Maybe time drifted you apart. Or maybe, like the mist on that mountain, the reason isn’t visible anymore. But what remains is the warmth and that quiet joy of having felt something real.
As we stare into this vast green expanse under a foggy sky, we remember:
Some people come like seasons brief, intense, and unforgettable. We may not see them again, but we’ll always feel the echo of their presence in places like this.
Change, just like this weather, rolls in silently. We don’t always notice when the skies begin to cloud or clear, but we feel it. Some days we wake up to sunshine. Some days we only see fog. Yet, both are beautiful & necessary parts of life’s rhythm.