Symolism

I remember the first time I saw a painting that made me cry. It wasn’t loud or flashy — just a simple image of a woman letting go of a bird.…

One quiet night, I sat by the window lost in my thoughts when a moth fluttered gently around the lamp beside me. It wasn’t loud or…

It started one morning when I noticed a trail of ants marching along my kitchen counter. At first, I felt annoyed and reached for something to…

It was a cloudy afternoon when Maya wandered through an old botanical garden. She had been feeling lostunsure of her path, weighed down by…

I remember it clearly — I was walking through a quiet forest path after a stressful week. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a tiny fawn,…

One summer morning, I was sitting in silence, overwhelmed with thoughts about my life, unsure of what to do next. As I looked down, a tiny…

One summer evening, I was walking through a quiet garden after a soft rain. Among the drenched leaves and fading sun, I saw a single white…

One spring morning, while walking through a quiet garden after a difficult week, I spotted something unusual. A delicate flower, shaped like a…

One chilly night, I sat near my window journaling. My thoughts were messy, my heart heavy. Then I noticed something strange — a dead brown…

It was a sunny afternoon hike through the desert trails of Arizona. I paused at a rock to catch my breath — and that’s when I heard it. A low…