Tangled Light

There’s something about nights like this! when the moon slips behind the branches, glowing softly through the tangled branches, that reminds me how beauty often hides within the complicated. The light doesn’t fight to be seen; it simply exists, letting the branches and clouds shape its story. Standing there, I thought about how life works the same way. Sometimes the quiet, the distance, and the mess of things create their own kind of grace. The shadows make the glow matter. The stillness between wind and sky becomes a mirror for everything we try to untangle within ourselves. I left that moment feeling strangely at peace! reminded that even when life feels obscured, the light is still there, waiting to be seen through the branches.