Within the Moss

I’ve always had a love for moss—the way it feels soft beneath my fingertips, alive yet quiet. I often lose myself in its comfort, forgetting to notice what else surrounds it. One day, a tiny rock nearby caught my eye, and in that simple moment, I learned something big: sometimes we miss the beauty waiting right beside us because we’re too focused on what feels familiar. It was a reminder to look up, look around, and let wonder find me in new places.