Between thoughts and feelings

Sometimes the world feels quieter when you just sit and look out the window.
No words, no rush - just light, reflections, and thoughts that gently find their way to your heart.
I love these moments… when time slows down, and I can listen to my own heartbeat, reminding me that every dream starts with a feeling.

They say women are mysterious - maybe that’s because we carry whole worlds inside us.
Stories we’ve lived, and stories we’re still waiting to write.
Sometimes I wonder - if someone looked into my eyes long enough, could they read my thoughts?
Could they see that beneath calmness hides a spark - a soft, daring desire to feel something real again?

Do you believe that one glance can say more than a thousand words?