Fantasies of my mind: Her Garden

Her garden is not always bright. Sometimes it grows in the dark, through quiet days and moments that hurt. But even there, something beautiful remains.

The leaves may bend, the light may fade, and some flowers may take longer to bloom. Still, her garden is hers ... delicate, imperfect, and full of life.

It makes me think that beauty is not only found in the brightest places. Sometimes, the darkest moments are where the most beautiful things learn to grow.

White color pencil on black cardboard