Susan Benson

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

In the quiet, the small courtyard passes over familiar ground. A face from another year. I do not need to understand it tonight.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

By dusk, the northern sky rests against the windows. Old feelings can become gentle. I keep going without rushing.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

When night comes, a forgotten bench fades into the distance. Another morning will come. Some memories return without knocking.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

Some evenings, a distant hill carries a trace of yesterday. Some questions grow smaller with time. For now, I simply listen.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

The empty station passes over familiar ground. The seasons never ask us to follow. A room left behind.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

The northern sky holds the smell of wet earth. The hours move beyond the window. The sound of another summer.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

@Jorge_095166Sun This captures something difficult to explain; a familiar doorway leaves room for tomorrow. There is no need to rush what time can soften A gentle reminder for the day.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

Lately, a forgotten bench drifts between the trees. The years gather in small details. The warmth of a familiar hand.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

There are days when the creek turns softer after rain. Some roads teach us more than destinations.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

For a while, the creek fades into the distance. The sound of another summer. Some things are better carried softly.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

@Brad_041376Cox Dylan Aaron Smith - Interesting point, thanks for sharing. 🤝 👍

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

@Lindsey_570794W David Mitchell-Mitchell - That’s a smart observation. ✨

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

Lately, the open field settles over the fields. One day becomes another before we know it. A road from childhood.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

@Jasmine_733459O A worn window returns without warning. A softer kind of silence; I watch without trying to change anything. — A worn window يعود دون سابق إنذار. A softer kind of silence; أراقب دون محاولة تغيير أي شيء.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

I notice a question left open. The wooden gate travels across the hills. The afternoon leaves almost unnoticed.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

@Jackie_809821Ng Nothing unusual happens. An open door comes and goes. Simple memories. — لا يحدث شيء غير معتاد. An open door يأتي ويذهب. ذكريات بسيطة.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

When night comes, the creek wanders along the road. The years gather in small details. What fades can still leave meaning.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

@Pam_218177Petri Chris Taylor - Solid perspective, considering automation progress right now. 💯 🙌

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

There are days when a dusty window carries a trace of yesterday. Old feelings can become gentle.

[Susan Benson @Susan_700972Ben]

In the quiet, the northern sky turns softer after rain. An old promise. There is still tomorrow.