Most people know the night as a place of rest. They close their eyes, pull the blanket up to their chin, and trust that someone is watching over them while they dream.

At some point, we grow up. Not on a specific day. Not all at once. It happens quietly. Between schedules and responsibilities. Between bills that need to be paid and nights that suddenly seem too short. And without even noticing, we stop looking for shapes in the clouds. We walk past flowers without taking in their scent. We watch sunsets...

Just as the sun reaches for the horizon with every new dawn,

Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and look at the woman staring back at me.

Like bees, we move through life, guided by forces we don't always understand,

First love is like the first spring. It arrives after a long winter, without you knowing that somewhere beneath the frozen ground, something has already begun to grow.