The flowers that bloom after the harshest winters are always the most...

I can relate to this thought. Thriving in the harsh conditions is an achievement. Also, whenever I see sky pics, I often feel like whoever had taken the picture stays near me. I don't know why.

A beautiful reminder that growth often follows our most difficult seasons. The struggles we endure quietly can become the very reason we bloom so beautifully

maybe that’s why the most beautiful things carry a little history with them