🌾 The Warmth That Stayed: Feel

Bare feet touch the earth, alive with memories, childhood’s glow, warm laughter, evening breezes, and tickling grass. Each step feels like brushing against the past, the self who knew how to be weightless. Daisies lean closer, sunlight seeps into skin, and the ground itself murmurs, “You’re home.” Not a journey back, but a return to what’s alive.