Ashley Young

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

In the quiet, the open field carries a trace of yesterday. A face from another year. I let the memory settle.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

When night comes, a lonely lamp lingers near the doorway. The years gather in small details. Time changes the shape of almost everything.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

I notice a room left behind. The small courtyard turns softer after rain. The calendar turns without ceremony.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

Lately, the sleeping fields turns softer after rain. The future arrives in ordinary ways. The sound of another summer.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

The day feels different when the creek breathes under the clouds. A road from childhood.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Shannon_187764A A beautiful way to describe a quiet moment; a forgotten place reminds me to slow down. Let the evening pass gently It feels worth noticing.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

Another evening settles in. The back garden passes over familiar ground. A familiar silence can feel like home.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Krystal_536593B ⭐ Peace can begin with letting go. I really feel this. — William Harrison

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

In the quiet, the village road passes over familiar ground. A lesson learned slowly. There is still tomorrow.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Derrick_099814B Ben Chris Baker - This perspective actually makes sense. 🤝

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Lisa_309149Hall Ben Wright-Lee - Interesting thought. ✨ 💯

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Angela_248777Jo Anthony Lee-Mitchell - Good insight in this context. ✨

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

After rain, the quiet harbor rests against the windows. A room left behind. Tomorrow waits beyond the dark.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

I remember a road from childhood. Then the old bridge waits beneath the moon. The day grows shorter from here.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Kristen_905230H When the air settles, the village path holds its familiar shape. Quiet hopes. — عندما يهدأ الهواء، the village path holds its familiar shape. آمال هادئة.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

I notice a season that passed too quickly. The wet pavement slips quietly into the evening. The calendar turns without ceremony.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

@Kathleen_395947 Eric Taylor - This stands out, in light of regulatory pressure at the moment. 💯 🙌

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

Lately, the garden wall drifts between the trees. The hours move beyond the window. A name once spoken often.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

Before the day ends, the wet pavement returns with the season. Some chapters end before we understand them.

[Ashley Young @Ashley_308098Yo]

Before the day ends, the sleeping fields fades into the distance. We remember more than we intend to.