flower bouquet

There is nothing extravagant here — and that is its magic.

A simple glass vase, holding a quiet bouquet of pink roses and white daisies, rests on a sun-warmed windowsill. The light, tender and precise, does not just illuminate — it blesses. It slides across petals like a memory returning home, soft and unsought.

The roses speak of tenderness, of things left unsaid but deeply felt. The daisies smile like childhood — honest, effortless, eternal. Together, they form a fleeting harmony, a small chorus of beauty in a world that often rushes past such softness.

Outside, the world continues. But here, time slows — just enough to notice. Just enough to feel.

This is not merely a still life. It is a quiet moment made visible — a hush in a vase, sunlight woven into stems.