the light we almost miss.
How often do we rush through life, eyes fixed on the ground, missing the beauty just beyond our gaze? The quiet of the night, the way the moon casts its glow as powerful as the brightest streetlamp, yet gentler - almost whispering for us to slow down. We think of night as darkness, but it’s not darker, just deeper. A space for reflection, if only we let ourselves look up and see the stars waiting for us.
The same is true for the people around us. Strangers passing by, lives we’ll never fully know, yet their small actions ripple into our own. Maybe it’s the person who held the door for you, the smile exchanged in silence, or the conversation you overheard that left you thinking. We live separate lives, yet we’re connected by the smallest moments - threads that quietly weave together the fabric of our days.
So lift your head. Notice the sky, the moon, the quiet miracles hiding in plain sight. Pay attention to the people you don’t know and the moments you almost miss. Sometimes it’s the smallest things - those forgotten details - that make up the stories of our lives.
