Brussels

Brussels. You wander into a pocket of trees where the city speaks in whispers.

Sunlight sifts through a curtain of leaves, each one a small ember keeping the season steady. The air tastes like caramel and tea.

You pause beneath the branch and let the warmth pour over you.

The colors carry your story forward with gentle courage. In this tender light you remember shared meals, long tables, and the voices that make you feel at home.

You step back into the day with calm and a small hunger for something good.