I wandered into the Japanese garden.
There, I found Kouka, a teahouse nestled among the trees.
The windows seemed to invite the garden in the greenery, softlight, wood, tatami, and stillness all becoming one space.
An unexpected detour becomes the part we remember most.
July. I left my job.
Not because I had the next answer. But because I was finally ready to listen to myself.
Lightness is not emptiness. It’s the feeling of choosing.