
Some storms are not meant to be outrun.
They are meant to be stood in,
until they pass.
A visual journal of love lived between quiet and chaos.

Some storms are not meant to be outrun.
They are meant to be stood in,
until they pass.

Stillness isn’t empty.
It’s where the world slows enough
to let the soul catch up.
Some stories don’t begin with words.
They begin with staying –
in the quiet, in the turning light,
learning the shape of what lasts.