The Weight of a Wing
To whoever made this, I have been thinking about the things we choose to hold still. We spend so much of our lives rushing, trying to outrun the clock, convinced that if we move fast enough, we might finally catch up to some version of ourselves that feels complete. But then there are these quiet, impossible moments where the world decides to pause for us. It is a strange kind of grace, isn’t it? To be invited to witness something so fragile that a single breath might shatter it. We often think that power is found in the loud, the heavy, and the permanent, yet the most profound shifts in our hearts usually arrive on the back of something that could vanish in a heartbeat. It makes me wonder if we are all just waiting for the right moment to land, to be seen, and to be held in the stillness of someone else’s attention. What happens to the parts of us that only bloom when we think no one is watching?
Azam Rasouli has captured this delicate grace in her work titled Butterfly. It is a gentle reminder of how much beauty exists in the quiet corners of our world if we only have the patience to wait for it. Does it make you want to slow down, too?
