Published: July 29th 2025, 11:17:23 am
Sometimes I feel like nature is the only place where I can truly breathe. πΏ
I remember running away to the forest behind my house as a kid - barefoot, with a handful of wild rose hips π and mud on my knees. The trees were taller then, the sky was brighter π€οΈ, and every path seemed like the beginning of a fairy tale. β¨ I talked to butterflies π¦, hid from the wind π, and believed that puddles were portals to other worlds. π§οΈπ
Do you remember what itβs like to just be - without rushing, without a phone, without tasks? ποΈ