🤰Morning yoga Yoga, startedThe train pulled into the coastal station at dawn, its wheels screeching softly as it came to a halt. Clara stepped off, the salty breeze hitting her face, carrying the faint scent of seaweed and distant waves. She breathed in deeply, feeli
❤Color writing penShe thought about her grandmother, who had passed away a year ago, leaving her the garden and a box of letters. Those letters were filled with stories of flowers—how they’d helped her through hard times, how they’d been her constant companions.