Symolism

One summer morning during a silent retreat in the mountains, I came across an old juniper tree twisted by time and weather. It stood alone on…

I was sitting on my porch one calm afternoon, sipping tea, lost in thought about a major life decision I had to make. Out of nowhere, a white…

I remember reading The Great Gatsby for the first time in high school. I wasn’t expecting much — just another classic. But then I saw it. The…

It was a quiet morning. I was walking through a garden after a hard week, heavy with thoughts and emotions I didn’t understand. Then,…

One evening, I sat alone on a rooftop, overwhelmed and unsure about my future. The sky was painted in deep, dark blue, not yet black, but…

Imagine walking down a quiet desert trail. The wind is calm, the sun is strong. Suddenly, a small bird darts across your path—fast, focused,…

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…