10/05/2025
There’s a place where time feels like it pause, where the sky spills endless stories onto an open road, and every cloud is a whisper from the past. This stretch of highway cuts through silence, flanked by fields that sway with old secrets and the scent of summer just beginning. Few cars pass, each one a fleeting chapter in someone else’s journey. But for a moment, under that boundless blue, everything feels possible, like the road ahead might just take you somewhere your heart’s been quietly longing for. #2025
