I found a garden above the clouds — weightless, endless, and alive. The air smelled like beginnings, and every leaf moved as if it remembered sunlight for the first time. Maybe peace isn’t found on the ground at all… maybe it grows where we finally let go.

I found a garden above the clouds — weightless, endless, and alive. The air smelled like beginnings, and every leaf moved as if it remembered sunlight for the first time. Maybe peace isn’t found on the ground at all… maybe it grows where we finally let go. picture 1 of 1